"She's more majestic lookin' than the bugs - like somethin' right out of a fairy tale. She's called the Flower Storm Monarch for a good reason."

He doesn't say that lightly. Maybe it was the context with which he saw her appear, having finally reached the end of an unimaginably hard journey - all he could do is gawk at the flurry of petals. For someone like Guts, who'd known almost nothing but blood and sweat and misery, it felt disorienting to be surrounded by so much beauty at once.

"Her cakes are pretty good, too."