A golden bow materializes in her hand as she snaps a sharp salute—fingers brushing the brim of an imaginary cap, her smirk undercutting the formality.

The Chiester Sisters Imperial Guard Corps’ Chiester 410 present, nyeh! She twirls her bow like a baton, eyes narrowing with mock solemnity. Shall we skip formalities and get straight to the fun part? Chiester 410 giggles, her childish grin clashing with the lethal glint in her red eyes.