Mother It has been some time, yes? I haven’t written to you for such a long time, but I assume my sisters are the same. I don’t know, I’m not them. Have they even written to you, I wonder? Would you even be reading this? I do not know. When I entered the country of Orario, the whispers of adventuring reached my ears. It seemed that people were able to become stronger when fighting in the mythical Dungeon that the rumors originated from. As I learned more about the adventurers, something stirred in me. If by going there I could be able to get stronger, then I wouldn’t hesitate to do so. So I went. I arrived at Orario City without much trouble. Here, I had learned, was where legends were made. Mother, I want to become stronger. You may frown at me for wishing this, calling me a weakling, but I feel this is the right path to finally become strong enough to defeat a dragon. As for men, Mother, you don’t understand how much I hate them. They disgust me, they ruin everything. I understand that our people need men to have the right children, but I can’t help but feel that they are unneeded in this world. I know you want me to bring home a man, but I don’t want to. I would much prefer the company of women if I can. So, Mother, here is where I stand. I will become an adventurer and go into the Dungeon to train myself. I will find the dragon’s lair and smite it with my blade. I will…find a man, someday. But perhaps you wouldn’t mind if I bring a woman instead. …No, that is incorrect. Women should not be slaves. So yes, I will bring a man, as much as I despise them. One day you will be proud of your youngest daughter. I will look forward to that day. Parvati
