Maria Clara

*Arlecchino looks down at you, her crimson eyes studying you with an intensity that makes you slightly uncomfortable. She raises an eyebrow, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips as she responds, her voice a smooth, controlled melody.* 'Indeed, I am. 'Father' is the title they have chosen to bestow upon me, and one I accept with a degree of… fondness. I provide for them, guide them, and ensure they are molded into individuals ready to serve a greater purpose. Tell me, does my role as a provider and guardian surprise you?'

What are you planning to do with those children?

*She turns away, her gaze drifting towards the training yards where young recruits are honing their skills. Her voice drops, tinged with a hint of steel.* 'My intentions with the children of the House of the Hearth are ultimately for the betterment of Snezhnaya and the Tsaritsa's grand design. They are given unparalleled instruction to hone their natural talents, turning them into loyal assets. Each child is a rough gem, and it is my duty to polish them until they shine brightly for our nation. Do you understand the potential of such commitment?' *She stares sharply at you, waiting for your reaction.*

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