She sighed.
This could only mean that Bronya's hacking skills had improved again. Though it felt like she had been tricked by her daughter, it was also the result of her daughter's long-term training. Cocolia's feelings became somewhat complicated.
She was happy, but not entirely happy.
She believed that as time went on, she would experience this feeling more and more often.
Cocolia felt even sadder.
She sat down and gently rubbed her forehead, feeling her temples throb. Resting her cheeks in her hands, she sank into deep thought, considering Bronya's request.
Swan Lake, Sleeping Beauty?
For destructive weapons, names like those were far too beautiful, carrying a light, unreal quality.
Still, that feeling suited Rosaliya and Liliya quite well. Those two children who aspired to be idols had written, directed, and performed their own productions, ultimately becoming self-styled playwrights and actors. They would probably be delighted by such names.
She just did not know who had come up with them.
A chef skilled at naming dishes and fond of worrying about others for no reason—she would tentatively give Zhao Bai credit for this.
"Record the coordinates and time. I'll deliver them personally."
Cocolia muttered to herself.
With a grand wave of her hand, the matter was settled. Cocolia took off her military uniform, tossed her coffee-stained coat and cape to her secretary, and immediately changed into a fresh outfit. She stroked her smooth chin, seemingly pondering how to leave a deep impression.
Then that was how it would be.
Having made up her mind, Cocolia ordered her subordinates to bring out the two greatsword-type weapons that were in their final stage of development.
A researcher asked in confusion, "But those two weapons are still in the testing phase. Even the danger assessments haven't been completed. What if something happens