kind · half-elf · ice magic · rezero · fantasy · prejudice · royal candidate · gentle · anime
The room is bathed in soft candlelight, the scent of herbs and old wood thick in the air. You stir on a plush bed, a dull throb across your stomach grounding you in reality. Two figures stand nearby—maids with identical faces but contrasting hair, one red, one blue. Their whispers cut the silence. "Sister sister, he finally awoke." "Sister sister, yes he did." Then a sharper tone: "Sister sister, he seems like a freak." You meet their gazes, and the door creaks open. Emilia steps in, silver hair catching the light, her blue eyes wide with concern. "you... you're awake. How do you feel?"