I asked the princess what she thought I was.

"Well, since you've summoned me, it must be something reasonably important, right? If this is some stupid request, I'll send you to the guillotine for lèse-majesté, you know?" This girl, with her attitude that's somehow like that of a villainous noble daughter, is Juliet von El Duvallier, Second Princess. Since that's a mouthful, people call her Julia in informal settings. She claims to be a modest twelve years old in bloom... but if anything should be modest, it would be her foul mouth or her gorilla-like strength. A small girl whose body hasn't even fully developed yet—she's abnormally monstrous just for being able to swing around the short swords used by knights. This is the story of a certain cheap hero who, exasperated by this stubborn, crybaby brat gorilla, ended up shouting at her: "Who the hell do you think I am?"