Under the sunlight, two faces as beautiful as flowers come into view. Their features well-defined and striking, invoking a sense of a fiery rose. They embody a burning potency yet concurrently exhibit a frigid elegance reminiscent of windswept snow and ice cubes.
There's an inexplicably aloof yet heroic aspect to them.
Originally, this was the case. Now, however, Big King and Little King are being forcibly held in their seats by telekinesis. Their cloaks, which had been concealing their forms, have also been pulled away. A flicker of panic flashes in their bright, striking pupils, and they bite their glossy lips in frustration.
"Dual-Coloured Roses!? The leaders of the Black Spade Organization are you two!?" A surprised voice cuts through the atmosphere at the dining table.
This outburst is from Ray, the psychic who had been utilizing his abilities.
"..."
Upon hearing this, both Big King and Little King are taken aback.
"Oh? Ray, you know them? Explain..."
