TOGETHER WE WILL CONQUER THE WORLD (WMMAP)

Chapter Forty Seven: Partners in Crime

"Dad ... we're not THAT ba-"

Claude made a face.

"Okay maybe a BIT but ... okay now we're partners in crime."

FLASHBACK...

Athanasia and Angelina thought that it would be a good idea, being only 7 years old and only with the height of 3'8 feet, they'd made fucking lasagna. Somehow, someway, they had mana managed to burn the whole kitchen.

They two of them were covered in smoke, they're dresses were half-burned, smelled like fire, both of them looking down as Claude anger in his eyes. Arthur was practically dying of laughter on the floor.

"N-now that's w-whats I call WELL DONE food! HAHAHAHA! O-OR even, I came ... I saw ... I decided to order take out! HAHAHAHAHA!"

Remind me to kill Arthur in his sleep.

I'll help you dispose the corpse.

Thank you.

"Both of you truly thought you could make food with your height, your unexperienced selves, without any assistance or even a cook book?"

"... yes?"

"... both of you will stay in your rooms until I say so."

"HAHAHAHA!"

"Arthur, stop laughing right now or would you like to order your sisters?"

"HA- ..."

Later in their rooms. The two sisters showered and laid on their beds, feelings down that their plan went south. Hours later, Lily brought them their dinner. Arthur secretly brought them their favorite desserts before going to his room as well. After 4 hours of being grounded in their rooms, Felix had said that Claude wanted them in office. The two sisters held each other's hands as Claude stared at them.

"Have you two learned your from your mistake?"

"Yes."

"Which was?"

"Never do something without assistance."

"And?"

"Never do something without experience unless a professional is there."

"And?"

The two didn't know what else.

"Err- get benches to get to high places?"

Claude and Athanasia made an unimpressed face.

"What? It's the only thing I could think of."

"(Sighs) never put yourselves in dangerous situations."

"Okay. We're sorry, papa."

Claude hummed, standing up and patted their heads.

"It's getting late. Go sleep."

"Night, papa!"

END OF FLASHBACK...

"And that other situation when you both ended up in the pool after you jumped from the terrace."

"It was summer-"

"That time you two dragged Arthur from his sleep WITH the mattress and left him in the hallways."

"Prank wars-"

"Not to mention you drew with permanent pens on my robes."

"We didn't know-"

"And-"

"Dad! I get it! Me and Athanasia, especially Arthur, are spawns of hell."

MEANWHILE...

"WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK, CIEL?!"

"STOP YELLING!"