"But things changed the moment Yoruha arrived. My role as your guardian demanded rapid growth to match the scale of the new threat that she could possibly pose. In my weak state, I could not fulfill my duty of protecting you; thus, I broke the limits of my existence and began stealing in unmatched quantities from Thalorind itself."
Quinlan's eyes narrowed as he looked at her. "I thought you were… weak. A low-level youngster."
Rosie giggled, patting his head lightly with a tiny hand. "Papa… you're cute when you're innocent. Guess my level!"
Quinlan pondered with a small smirk tugging at his lips despite his disbelief. "Maybe… 25? Considering how many monsters you said you've already taken down?"
Pat-pat-pat.
Rosie giggled again.
"35?" Quinlan tried, unsure if he wanted to risk it.
Another pat.
She beamed. "I don't just take from monsters, Papa. I take from Thalorind itself."
"50?"
Pat-pat-pat.
