Enma had been in his throne room, doing days of paper work that seemed endless. He became constantly tired, and his worry for his sister wasn't helping. He struggled to keep his eyes open, the words often made his head hurt like lightning attacking his brain every second. Oh, how relieved he was when he was finally done.
" I need to ask Zazel to try and lighten my schedule, I need sleep" He yawned, stretching his aching arms that felt as stiff as brick
He looked around for Mystica, wondering where she could be. He hadn't seen her all day, like she seemed invisible to the blind eye. Could she be feeling lonely since the ordeal with the tea? Poor Misty. He swore that Komasan would pay if he ever saw him again.
"Darn that country bumpkin! How dare he shatter Mystica's feelings! Heck, she was just getting them back! Curse you Komasan!!!!!!!" Enma's eyes were full of flames of rage, overprotective of his older sister
If only that one hour rule was no longer in a effect, then he could comfort Misty all the time.
Older sisters should help their precious little brother with their mountains of paperwork that a certain head of the council leaves him with.
Then he heard giggling that turned his attention to the window that viewed the garden in the Ville.
It was Mystica and the gardener feeding each other tempura. Then they KISS?!!!?!
Looks like that gardener needs a strict talking to.
No one shall hurt her heart again, otherwise they will face the wrath of the Enma clan.
