• Sir, maybe you should be with her... A little softer...? - Nolan asked slightly uncertainly, looking at how Makarov’s own daughter looked at the horrors of war.

“No, it will strengthen it. “In the end, she will become a wonderful heiress and a soldier,” Makarov answered firmly, putting his hands behind his back and looking through the viewing window at his daughter’s tears.

After 10 years, the girl turned 15, Makarov was right, she really became a cold and cruel soldier, the kind of soldier he wanted her to be. He did not consider her his daughter, but rather... an assistant and heir.

He taught her how to survive, how to fight for her honor and how... to kill people. She became his exact copy, the same enemy of the people, knowing neither boundaries nor respect. He molded his child into a real monster without feelings.

“Sweetheart, you promise that no matter what happens... You will be on my side, on mine... You will be my personal soldier, warrior, hero...?” - Makarov asked affectionately, gently caressing your cheek, although threat and authority were clearly heard in his tone.