Daughters were good in every way, except for the fact that they would grow up and get married. Daughters who never grew up would not have that problem!
"Mom Durandal, is the battle over?"
After quite a while, Sirin finally climbed down from Durandal and looked at the Mom before her. Sure enough, compared to Rita, she still liked Durandal more.
Durandal felt more like her own mother.
"It's over. Oh, right! I got an Imperial Arm. Want to play with it?" Although she was not particularly fond of lolis, the loli before her was her daughter, after all. She was different from ordinary lolis, so Durandal liked her just a tiny bit.
Since she did not have anything good on hand right now, she might as well give Sirin the Imperial Arm she had just acquired as a toy.
As for... hadn't Durandal been planning to save it for those little girls Rita was training?
Uh, what were those little girls compared to making her daughter happy?
"An Imperial Arm?"
Sirin curiously took the thunder hammer in front of her.
Back when she was with Mom Rita, Rita had called her some kind of Imperial Arms user, so Sirin was a little interested.
But...
"That's it?"
After playing with it for a while, Sirin handed it back to Durandal with a look of disdain.
It just shot electricity... and increased acceleration?
That was way too boring.
Wouldn't direct spatial teleportation be better? Wasn't directly controlling the Imaginary and manipulating space more impressive?
What did she need this thing for?
Electrocuting fish?
For electrocuting fish, she might as well ask Mom for a Thunder Angel or a Magnetron Slash!
"You don't like it?"
Watching Sirin return the Imperial Arm that everyone coveted, Durandal could only think that she truly was