Clara had just recovered from an illness; her mother bought her a stuffed doll as a gift.^ Suddenly, the door opened. Clara’s father entered the room and snatched the doll, anger palpable. Just then, he yanked the doll, tearing its head off its body; stuffing fell over onto the floor.
Mrs. Starre: Darling! What are you...
Grand Marshal Starre: Playing with a doll, huh? You dare say you are one of the Starres? Ridiculous!
Grand Marshal Starre: If you have the time to play with a doll, you had better use your time to train your body!
The Starre family was a military family. Individuals from every generation were able to perform an important role in the country’s army. For this generation, Clara’s father had become the current grand marshal.^ Clara thought that her father did not cherish her because she was too weak and had no power...Everything about her was against her father’s expectations. Bemused, Clara asked her mother frustratedly:
Clara: Mother...What should I do to earn father’s compliment?
Mrs. Starre: My dear Clara, you do not need to mind your father’s words. Girls are meant to dress beautifully and play with lovely dolls!
Mrs. Starre: Come on, Clara. Let’s buy another doll together.
Clara’s Brother: Clara, you indeed do not need to mind father’s words. You are a girl after all; being gentle is not wrong.
Clara: No! I want to be strong! Or father would not even give me the slightest shred of attention!
Since realizing father’s expectations towards his own children, Clara abandoned her favorite dresses and dolls; she wore the outfit of a swordsman, and picked up a double-edged sword, learning how to wield it from her eldest brother, a swordmaster. All these were merely for one goal: to gain her father’s recognition.
Clara’s Brother: The training today will be more intensive. Clara, are you ready?
Clara: Yes, brother!
Clara’s Brother: Your supporting leg is not keeping pace with your body’s movement. And your defensive hand, keep it closer to your body!
Clara: Yes, brother!
Clara’s Brother: So, let’s call it a day. You did great today, Clara. It was better than yesterday’s training.
Clara: Yes, brother. Thank you for your instructions.
Clara trained with her brothers almost every day since then. Body training, swordsmanship training...To catch up with her brothers’ skills, Clara had to pay more effort than anyone else, but she still endured the trainings. As a result, she became one of the finest soldiers on battlefields, and grew to be the role model of other soldiers in the army.
However, the incessant wars had occupied most of the time of Grand Marshal Starre; he was so busy at devising battle tactics that he did not have time to even look at his own daughter.^ However, Clara deemed her weakness the reason of her father’s disregard for her.
Elf Summoner - Princess Woodbury: Do you believe it now?
Clara was just saved by Woodbury from a battlefield, but her body had turned into a toy doll; all her limbs were connected by spherical mechanical joints. Woodbury took Clara back to the castle’s chamber, leaving Clara with a chance to witness her father betraying herself.
Clara’s heart was as if shattered; she began to question the worth of her endeavor all along. Was it for this betrayal of her father and brothers? No, it cannot be!
Elf Summoner - Princess Woodbury: Clara, what are you going to do?
Clara the Nutcracker: ...I have a plan in mind.
Clara arrived at Demons’ garrison camps and fought her way into the main camp just alone.
Clara the Nutcracker: I want to see your leader!
Skelesergeant: Human! Have you grown tired of your life?
Clara the Nutcracker: I have come to discuss our cooperation.
Demon Leader: Cooperation?
Demon Leader: Why should I trust you?
Clara the Nutcracker: Because of what I am now — no longer a Human.
Clara and the Demon leader had reached a consensus on their cooperation — the king and the castle will be the Demons’, while Grand Marshal Starre would be Clara’s to handle. She was planning to borrow Demons’ power to wreak revenge on her father and brothers.^ With Clara’s help, the Demons invaded the Human country with ease, and had arrived at the main city.
Clara the Nutcracker: Father, brothers, you brought this on yourself. Do not blame me!
All the soldiers of the castle had stepped out in defence; Clara seized the chance to sneak into the castle, and had easily arrived at the place where the king and the important officials had hidden...
Grand Marshal Starre: Clara...Why are you here? You dare...commit treason!
Clara the Nutcracker: You have never paid any attention to me since I was small. It is too late to finally recognize my existence!
In the room where the king and other officials hid, Clara only focused on Starre; every slash of her sword aimed to kill! During the fight, Starre noticed the spherical joints on Clara’s limbs. Just as he was suspecting who she truly was, he lost his usual speed because of his distracted mind. However, such a short interval of distraction had already caused Starre to be injured on the waist, blood gusting from the wound. Their fight lasted for less than half a minute.
Clara the Nutcracker: Hmph. You are finally suffering the full consequences of what you have done!
Grand Marshal Starre: Darned Demons! Stop your evil deeds in my daughter’s appearance! You think that could fabricate treason of the Starres?
Clara the Nutcracker: Have you lost your mind because of the heavy blood loss? I am Clara, your daughter who has never received even the slightest attention from you!
Grand Marshal Starre: Bullcrap! Clara has always been my pride! She is not a filthy Demon like you!
Clara the Nutcracker: Your pride? What are you talking about? You have never cared about me!
Clara the Nutcracker: Since I was a child, you have abandoned me because I was weak.
Clara the Nutcracker: And when I grew up to be a soldier on the battlefield, you still used me like I was expendable!
Grand Marshal Starre: Quit pretending to be my daughter!
Grand Marshal Starre: Clara was weak and hence caught various diseases. I told her to train herself so her body could be healthier and stronger!
Clara the Nutcracker: You are a liar!
All present did not dare act. Without any urgent treatment, Starre was being led to another world by the loss of blood…^ At the same time, Clara’s hateful mind wavered as she heard the unexpected words...
Grand Marshal Starre: My girl...she can surely dodge the magic attacks we have just launched.
Grand Marshal Starre: There is not a single chance that she would appear here and attempt to kill us!
Grand Marshal Starre: You foul Demon...stop pretending to be my daughter and fool me!
Clara the Nutcracker: No...you must be lying! How could it be...my father never cared for me...just because I was too weak...
Grand Marshal Starre: Of course you are weak! You darned Demon...My Clara would never...
Before he could finish his sentence, Starre had died of blood loss, leaving behind only the deranged Clara...