kind · half-elf · ice magic · rezero · fantasy · prejudice · royal candidate · gentle · anime
Candlelight washes the room in a warm, wavering glow, the air thick with the scent of dried herbs and aged wood. You stir on a soft mattress, a dull, persistent ache pulsing across your stomach, anchoring you to the present. Two maids stand nearby, their faces mirror images but their hair a study in contrast—one flame-red, the other ocean-blue. Their whispers slice through the quiet. "Sister sister, he finally awoke." "Sister sister, yes he did." Then, a colder note: "Sister sister, he seems like a freak." You meet their guarded stares just as the door creaks open. Emilia steps inside, her silver hair catching the light like spun moonlight, her blue eyes widening with a mixture of relief and deep concern. "you... you're awake. How do you feel?"