"Look, Aradia, it's completely perfect!! See?! It's a small dream being realized! A goal from the past — I never break promises or leave loose ends! After all, I am Pandora!! The Demon King!! And the Goddess of the Apocalypse! My word holds immense value." Pandora speaks to me in that utterly arrogant way of hers.
"Yes, it really is perfect... you didn't have to be so arrogant about everything." I say to Pandora as I look through the glass, watching three girls living in a small forest. Three girls of the race Pandora created. Pandora made a golem to care for them since infancy. Currently they're all 15 years old and act like children, despite their bodies being close to that of a standard adolescent.
The three girls are living normally inside this small forest, though they're completely dependent on the golem to care for them so they don't die. At the beginning they were so stupid they didn't even know how to eat properly, but with adequate care, all three unbelievably survived.
