What is it now, dear daughter?

You need me to fix your toy?

I can't right now.

Mommy is busy.

I'm busy running our peaceful world.

Keeping peace treaties intact and annexing countries into our

world.

Conforming them into our perfect ideal society.

A society that will not tolerate stupidity or wishful thinking.

Or the idiotic dreams of little children.

I'm too busy trying to perfect a city.

A city as perfect as the ginzuishou itself.

Which you shall inherit when my time has passed.

I'm too busy to help you with your toys.

Ask daddy to help you out.

He still has his wishful, small dreams.

Dreams which get on my nerves.

He wants to build a city with lots of plants and beauty.

Beauty is only skin deep.

You often ask me why daddy is so sad.

He's sad because he mourns for the plants that no longer exist.

Not even our cherry trees exist anymore in this city.

Even his beloved roses, which he tries so hard to grow everyday.

You say that flowers are very pretty.

You wish that they do come back.

I say that your father is filling your head with nonsense.

Just fairytale and wishful nonsense.

I'll have to talk to him about it tonight.

He knows that he should inspire your heart.

But not with fairytales and fables.

You look at me with sad eyes.

And I ask you why you're sad.

You tell me that I was being mean.

That I was not being reasonable.

I stare at you, getting a good look at your face.

Despite wearing my hairstyle, you look more like your father.

And you have your father's tender heart.

I hate that sometimes.

Before he became King, he always kept what he thought to himself.

But now, he speaks his mind all the time.

He wants the city to be built in a different way.

He wants to do things differently.

He's not being practical and reasonable.

Certain sacrifices must be made in order to obtain paradise.

But, of course, he doens't understand.

You start to cry.

I tell you to not cry.

Little princesses can't cry.

They have to be strong enough to comfort the world in times of

crisis and parril.

They don't have time to cry.

That is the only way.

So, go along now and play while you can.

For tomorrow, you're going to become a different child.

I love you dear child.

But, you can't have your father's dreamy influence affect you at

all.

So, I'll talk to him and he will listen to my demands.

Knowing him, he won't listen.

And now, we'll have another thing we disagree about.

We always seem to be fighting all the time now for what we want.

I look outside the window.

She's outside right now.

Playing with her father.

They're playing on this artificial grass.

I had it placed all over the city to satisfy his whim.

But he is still unhappy.

He hates the artificial grass.

He loves the world outside of Crystal Tokyo.

Where farmers grow the vegetables and fruits that we eat.

He loves nature.

And he's giving that love of nature to our baby girl.

The heir to the throne.

My daughter.

The one that shall take my place when I die.

And the one that will be the one that will do the most logical

thing.

That is, if her stupid father doesn't tell her one thing.

And that would be to follow her heart.

I did that and it was horrible.

So, I shall teach her the right way.

That is, if he doesn't become too much of an influence to her.