Episode 1: Harsh Training
Arondight: 9,676! 9,677! Nine thousand...six hundred, seventy-eight!
Arondight: Hm? What am I doing? Dieting...I mean, training.
Arondight: In such times of unrest, I cannot believe I would be scolded for honing my swordwork.
Arondight: I appreciate the sentiment, but I will not be taking any meals.
Arondight: I am already skinny enough? You are aware that is sexual harassment?
Arondight: Additionally, it would be power harassment from one in your standing. I wish to return to my training, if you do not mind.
Arondight: Again, I appreciate the sentiment. But a touch of fasting has yet to best me.
Arondight: To be blunt, such concern is unnecessary. Unwelcome, even.
Arondight: Are you finished? Can you leave now?
Arondight: I cannot focus on my training with you doting on me so.
With that, she turned away and went right back to her sword training.
The commander looked a bit concerned, but decided to set the tray of food down and leave.
Arondight: Worry not...about me.
Episode 2: Self-Restraint
Arondight: Thank you for the food. I was forced to partake, as I had heard the cook was growing worried.
Arondight: It was not due to your concern. Know that.
Arondight: You seem quite pleased. You are aware that I must train even harder tomorrow because of this?
"You're already so thin."
Arondight: There you are, with that sexual harassment again. You are more lecherous than one would think.
"Why do you want to get so skinny?"
Arondight: How can you be so uncouth as to ask a lady why she wishes to diet?
"I'd just like to know why."
Arondight: Is that an order? Again, that is power harassment. Do you realize this?
Arondight: That being said...
Arondight: ...I do suppose it is my duty to inform you why.
Arondight: However, I ask that you simply accept the fact that I cannot... Not until I achieve my goal.
Arondight: Staying up too late leads to obesity, so I must be off.
Arondight: Oh, and...it was delicious. Though I suppose that is something I should tell the cook, not you.
She left, even though it looked like she had more she wanted to say. She also seemed a bit sad...
Episode 2: Faithful Heart
Arondight: You are quite the poor listener. Bringing me meals again...
Arondight: Is it your sole desire to stop my dieting at any cost?
Arondight: What's this? You had the cook prepare a special, slimming meal? Just for me?
Arondight: First myself, and now the cook. It seems your misuse of power knows no bounds.
Arondight: I just may have to report you to the institute for this.
"When're you going to stop dieting?"
Arondight: You need not look so concerned.
"How much weight do you want to lose?"
Arondight: I have no obligation to tell you something so specific.
"Well, you gotta eat something..."
Arondight: Very well. I will eat.
Arondight: *Ahem* I have something to report.
Arondight: The diet...has ended. I have achieved my goal.
Arondight: It was no easy task, with you pestering me every day to eat.
Arondight: I may finally tell you why I was dieting.
With that, she threw a dish into the air.
And in the blink of an eye, the dish was split perfectly in two, without so much as a crack in either half.
Arondight: The more I weigh, the less precise my blade is. Just a mite.
Arondight: I have finally reached my optimal weight.
Arondight: With my extra weight lost, my strikes are ever more deadly. I can protect everyone now.
Arondight: I believe I shall call this new skill "Faithful Heart."
Through days of rigorous training and strict dieting, she had discovered a new skill.
Arondight: Truth be told, it was...t-to better serve you. This is the best weight at which to do so.
Arondight: T-That is why I was dieting.
Arondight: Th-That is all. Report concluded!
Arondight: And just what weight am I now? No matter how casually you put it, you did just ask me how much I weigh. You are aware of that?
Arondight: The church has an attendant for round-the-clock reports. You are also aware of this?
Arondight: You must pay penance for your ill-mannered ways. Come now!
And with that, she forcefully dragged the commander away.
Her expression may have been stoic, but her eyes were brimming with confidence.