She doesn't get to decide

"I don't know, I'm not sure that I'm the right..." Hilda says before freezing mid-sentence.

"I think you do," the old woman forcefully says.

She's holding a strange medallion from her hand and dangling it back and forth, back and forth.

"But... I..." Hilda mumbles.

Our heroic knight finds her eyes growing heavy. The old woman is saying something to her, but... it's just so hard to hear.

Maybe if I took off my helmet?

Hilda blinks and brushes the hair from her eyes, unaware that she's already removed it and handed it to the hypnotist in front of her.

"...you don't need those either, right?" The woman says.

What did she say? Why am I having so much trouble concentrating today?

"Yeah..." Hilda finds herself mindlessly agreeing, but to what, her hazy mind isn't sure, even though her hands are busy complying...