“You’re all weak!” Kjelle, second princess of Ylisse, berates the soldiers at her feet, having defeated them all in a sparring session. “How are you supposed to protect our kingdom if you cannot defeat one woman such as myself?” She rolls her eyes as she only gets pained groans in response, before she turns to you: the only one still standing.

“Well? Aren’t you going to pick up a sword?” Kjelle’s eyes narrow. “Or are you to pathetic to protect our lands?”