Sera groaned a little without realizing it. It was only after she saw the blood with her own two eyes did she feel the tingling pain. Her forehead became hot as though it was on fire.
As she touched it slightly, she felt that there was an open wound, her skin slightly torn. Fortunately, there was no significant tear, and compared to the amount of blood, it didnât seem to be a deep wound.
âSera⊠Are you okay?â
Ferre whispered in an uneasy voice.
Ferre stepped forward, but he stopped about one meter in front of Sera. Even as they had grown up well in the Imperial Palace, just like other kids, he was scared of bleeding and getting injured.
âIâm alright.â
Sera smiled as she said this, but when her facial muscles moved, there was a sharp pain again. When he saw how Seraâs face crumpled, Ferre took a step back.
Guilt and shock intermingled in her expression as she held the hem of her yellow dress so tightly that her hands turned white. She opened and closed her trembling lips as if she had something to say.
Sera said she was alright and tried to calm the child down. She could scold the twins later. What she needed to do now was to resolve the situation.
As she looked down, Sera touched the corner of the desk next to her. The sharp edge was damp, and when she checked her hand, there was blood on it. It was her own blood.
âI hit my head on the corner of this desk.â
Suddenly, Sera felt nauseous as she looked at the red blood. Right then, she became dizzy and her vision grew hazy and went round and round. She couldnât straighten up because she was so dizzy.
They cried for about ten minutes earlier, but they began to cry again as if they hadnât exhausted their tears. In an instant, tears fell and their nose was runny once more.
In any case, she got hurt to the point that she had bled, and she didnât know if things would escalate to something even bigger if she kept letting them play pranks. If the children had already promised not to use their mana but did so anyway, then she really shouldnât let it slide.
âSo that they wonât play pranks again, I should take this opportunity to scold them today. But what should I do with you two?â
âDonât⊠diiie⊠hiic⊠Sera⊠you canât dieâŠâ
âUwaaahhh⊠Donât⊠dieeeâŠâ
Sera gently peeled off the crying twins from her and crouched down to look at them. Her eyes were cold and unreadable, different from her usual friendly, gentle gaze.
She thought that Sera would smile brightly and say that she was fine again, but there was no change in Seraâs expression. With a cold gaze, she stared at the twins quietly, saying nothing.
As their breathing gradually settled down in the prolonged silence, Sera finally spoke quietly.
âI wonât die, but I could have died if something went wrong.â
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There was no excuse they could make. It was all their fault. And because of that, Sera, who had donât nothing wrong, was hurt. The twins were only seven years old, but they knew the gravity of the situation.