"Good morning!"
"Good morning...?"
The door opened and Mizoe and Zoemi were greeted by two identical brown-haired girls wearing matching dresses, each of them could be four or five years old.
...mana reservoir big enough to allow a person to cast magic is a sign of nobility...|
The black-haired child gulped down his saliva in realization.
Back in the previous timeline, he believed that the twins being able to use magic was the cause of the enormous strain and mental trauma that awakened their hidden potential, but the reality was far more cruel to the common folks than that.
"Leveo, Teofee! I told you so many times to not open the door without asking the guest to introduce themselves! What's the matter...? Oh? I don't believe you are our subjects."
The girls might have opened the door, but their mother – a short brown-haired earth magician with a sharp glare - followed right after them, scolding the two before looking up at Mizoe and furrowing her brows.
"...?"
