“Interesting. Thank you for telling me, Cadance.” Twilight Velvet said. The news was unwelcome. Destron was proving to be a bothersome cockroach. Marshal Yoroi wouldn’t be an easy adversary for her daughter. A ruthless, cunning foe who was sure to use every dirty trick to obtain victory.
Still, her efforts to propel Twilight to greatness had succeeded more magnificently than she’d ever calculated. It brought her great satisfaction that her daughter had ascended to princesshood, becoming the sole guardian of Equestria. Seeing the pathetic Shocker remnant crumble under her daughter’s hoof pleased Twilight Velvet.
This new threat, however, threatened everything Twilight Velvet had spent her life planning for. While she trusted her daughter’s abilities, she’d allow nothing to chance. “Cadance, watch my daughter from the shadows. Eliminate any assassins who dare target my daughter.” She couldn’t have her Twilight die to some random poison, not when higher greatness was close to hoof.
“Yes, Twilight Velvet,” Cadance said without emotion, obeying like a good automaton should. Personally, Twilight thought she should have reprogrammed the Kamen Rider years ago. But she hadn’t realized then her daughter’s former foalsitter was a facsimile of a pony, a tool created by Shocker to further their goals. But it’d worked out regardless, the foalsister influencing Twilight as she wished, teaching her useful interests she’d need later in life, like a love for martial arts. Twilight Velvet wouldn’t have tolerated the association otherwise.
“Protect her, but never coddle her.” Strife and conflict made a pony strong, pain being an apt teacher. Her Twilight needed to be mighty for her future destiny.
“Soon, my dear Twilight Sparkle, you will become a God, the herald that will bring ponykind into a new age.”