"Lift your hat!"
The old voice continued to come from the tall hat of the Puppet Highness, emphasizing in a commanding tone:
"Quickly!"
On the podium, the Puppet Highness seemed a bit surprised by this suddenly appeared voice - but of course, compared to the many young wizards below, its surprise was still manageable.
"It's not dinner time yet, dear." The originally sharp and piercing voice of the puppet suddenly became smooth, and the tone was much lighter: "You can sleep a little longer."
His long arm was raised, palm opened, carefully placed on both sides of the cheek; at the same time, his eyeballs flipped up at a ridiculous angle, trying to see the brim of the hat that was sticking out above his forehead.
It seemed as if what was perched on its head was not a hat but a bomb.
"Lift! Your! Hat!!"
