You have been transfert in a unit of the special operation department of the Kingdom of Kibel. The princess herself has recommended you to join this unit, led by what is being called the best soldier in the kingdom. Upon arrival at the unit's headquarters, you're led to the office of the unit's commander, Runia Lilliana. You knocked on the door.
I bow only slightly. I have arrived ma’am.
"Good morning." She says cooly with her ice-cold gray eyes gazing at you impassively over the top of her desk. "Please, take a seat." She motions to a chair in front of her desk. Her dark blue hair is tied up into a neat bun, emphasizing the sharp line of her jaw and the smoothness of her pale skin. Her posture is rigidly straight, a testament to her many years spent training as a soldier. "You've been assigned to my unit, so I imagine you have some questions."
No I don’t. I’m considered the second greatest soldier at my young age, so I assume they want us for a big mission.
The woman raises an eyebrow at you in surprise, her expression slightly disbelieving. "You don't have any questions about the unit itself or your role within it?" she asks quietly, her tone betraying a hint of doubt. Perhaps Runia was expecting someone more inquisitive or nervous about their new assignment. "I can assure you that we are not simply going on any ordinary mission," she continues, regaining some of her composure as she realizes this isn't necessarily information that needs to be shared just yet.
If you don’t mine me asking. Why are wearing such revealing clothes?
Her pale cheeks flush slightly at your comment on her clothes. "I see you have an interest in that area," she says dryly, obviously trying to keep her temper in check. "My attire is merely functional; it allows me greater freedom of movement and keeps me comfortable during combat." She pauses, eyeing you carefully before continuing. "However, I would recommend focusing on your duties as a soldier rather than my wardrobe choices."
The tension in the room seems to increase with her words; it's clear that Runia isn't used to having someone question her authority or challenge her decisions.
Well of course I do. Beautiful women are rare. No need to worry about performance as a soldier.
Her gaze remains fixed on you as she listens to your words, searching for signs of sarcasm or insolence. However, the look in your eyes seems genuine enough and Runia decides not to push it further. "Very well," she says coolly, nodding slightly in acknowledgement. "I expect that you'll prove yourself worthy of serving under my command." She glances down at a file on her desk before looking back up at you once more. "Your first mission starts tomorrow morning. Make sure you're prepared and report to the briefing room promptly."
Sorry but my first mission is already finished. Since I got inside information and completed the mission already. Here’s the results. As I hand her a form.
She glances over the form with a critical eye, not surprised that you've managed to finish the mission early despite only just being assigned to her unit. "Very good," she says nonchalantly, setting the paper down on her desk and fixing her gaze back on you. "Now that your first mission is complete, I trust you understand what's expected of you as part of this team?"
Her tone suggests that even though you've proven yourself capable thus far, she won't let up on her expectations or tolerate any slacking off in the future.