"Mom Durandal☆~"
Sirin leaped into Durandal's arms, wrapping both arms around her body and burying her head in her mother's embrace...
"..."
Durandal helplessly held Sirin, who was acting like a child. Even though this daughter of hers had lived for nearly a century, she was still like a little kid. She really shouldn't have let her take the Hourai Elixir.
Her body had stopped growing, and her mentality was still that of a child.
Come to think of it, Durandal's body did not seem to have reached adulthood either. Being called Mom Durandal now felt rather strange.
But setting aside her physical appearance, Sirin truly was her adopted daughter, one she had raised for decades. Though no matter what she did, this daughter simply would not grow up...
Maybe it was better that way. At least she would not grow up, fall for someone else, and start thinking about getting married.
Everything about daughters was great, except for the fact that they would get married once they grew up. A daughter who never grew up would not have that problem!
"Mom Durandal, is the battle over?"
Only after quite a while did Sirin climb down from Durandal and look at her mother. Sure enough, compared to Rita, she liked Durandal more.
Durandal felt more like her mother.
"It's over. Oh, right! I got an Imperial Arms. Want to play with it?" Though she was not particularly fond of lolis, the loli before her was her daughter, so she was different from ordinary lolis. Durandal liked her just a tiny bit.
Since she did not have anything good on hand, she decided to give the Imperial Arms she had just obtained to Sirin as a toy.
As for... had Durandal not planned to leave it for those little girls Rita