"ηєνєя тяυѕт αηуσηє, тнєу αℓℓ вєтяαу уσυ ιη тнє єη∂"
*.·:·.☽✧ ✦ ✧☾.·:·.*
One used to be an archmage and the other a self proclaimed sorceress but now they have both been reborn in the bodies of the youngest princesses of the hyperion empire.
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"Is this the best you can do to capture the princesses cuteness?" the emperor questioned in stilled rage "A child on the street can do better than this"
"I-i've committed a grave sin, your majesty! p-p-please forgive me...!" the painter begged.
"Gosh...he's gonna punish an innocent person again" enisha thought before turning to voleta who she saw getting ready to fall asleep once more like usual "Come on sis, we gotta save him"
voleta groggily looked at her with bored eyes before glancing down at the painter who was on his knees in fear of losing his life.
"Fine..." voleta agreed.
"Immediately take him aw-" the emperor spoke, being cut of.
"Ooong~" enisha cooed as voleta tugged on his jacket, grasping the attention of the emperor.
Step 1.
"Enisha, Voleta?" the emperor questioned as he looked down at them.
"Abububu" enisha babbled incoherently as both her and voleta reached out to him.
Distract the culprit's attention somewhere else.
"Why did my daughter's call papa?" he asked them gently.
"Aoongkya" enisha blabbered cutely as voleta softly continued to tug on his jacket.
"Oongkya!" enisha exclaimed as she and voleta pointed their hands towards the toys and painting.
Step 2.
make him a bit frustrated.
"This?" the emperor questioned as he held one of the toys but the girls shaked their head.
"Or that?" he asked, pointing to a box of toys but the girls shaked their heads once more.
"This one?" no.
"Not this one either?" nope.
"This?" nah.
"Hm..." the emperor thought, looking at all the toys.
Step 3.
"Perhaps..." he wondered, picking up the portraits "Is it these ones, enisha? voleta?"
