ARCHE knew that Neoma and Nero could do it because of the strong bond between the two.
But he didn't expect the young twins to be able to master the soul-switching technique in just three hours.
He expected at least a day.
But the young twins succeeded already.
[Perhaps I underestimated their bond. After all, the soul-switching technique is the most effective when the two people involved deeply care for each other.]
That seed to be the case for the young twins.
Neoma and Nero were standing in front of each other, their palms pressed together and their eyes shut tight.
The little princess was enveloped with reddish lights.
[That's the color of her divine power mixed with her Mana.]
The little emperor, on the other hand, was enveloped in bluish lights.
[That's his Moonglow.]
Soon, the young twins exchanged the colors of the aura they produced.
"They succeeded," Aruna whispered in disbelief. "We just taught them the concept of the technique, and they already grasped it."
"Neoma and the little emperor's bond is stronger than we think," Arche said, nodding. "They're the perfect twins destined to continue our legacy."
***
[WHEN did Nero get a six-pack abs?]
Neoma hadn't seen her twin brother's naked body the whole day they kept switching souls to practice the technique they had just learned.
She could feel it, though.
And she was annoyed.
"Neoma, what are you thinking?"
Oh, right.
After Neoma's tiring training with Nero and the ancient twins, she retired to her bedroom to take a rest.
Ruto ca by to bring her afternoon tea and snacks.
Neoma welcod the sight of the delicious-looking pastries spread on the table, but she hesitated to reach for one. "I think I want to go on a diet, Ruto. Can you prepare snacks that aren't too sweet next ti?"
"Of course. But may I know why you suddenly want to go on a diet? Are you trying to lose weight?"
"Nah. I want to gain more muscles so I decided to lessen my sugar intake," she explained, then she patted her flat stomach. "And I want to have abs. So, after Nero's coronation day, I'll start working out."
Ruto tilted his head to one side. "I like your determination to have a healthier lifestyle. But why did you suddenly gain the inspiration to build up more muscles?"
"Nero has abs."
"Okay?"
"Six-pack abs."
"Uhm, okay?"
"I can't lose!" Neoma insisted, clenching her arms. "And compared to his arms, mine look like twigs. I can't stand the thought that I look like a weakling next to Nero. My competitive spirit was provoked."
Ruto looked at her in disbelief, then he chuckled while shaking his head. "You get worked up for all the random reasons, Neoma."
"You wouldn't understand because you don't have a sibling," she complained lightly. "If you have a sibling, even though you get along well, you'll still feel the urge to compete just for the heck of it."
"I don't think Emperor Nero feels the sa since he lets you do whatever you want."
"Well, Nero is 90% simp and 10% competitive towards , that's why," she explained, then she changed the subject. "By the way, help create a healthier diet. I really want to have abs soon."
Ruto nodded. "Okay."
"Gosh. I didn't really expect Nero's body to be that solid."
"How did you… oh. The soul-switching technique?"
"Yes, we succeeded right away," Neoma said proudly. "Nero and I exchanged souls several tis as practice."
"Then…"
"Then what?"
Ruto paused for a mont. "That ans Emperor Nero…"
"Yes, his soul was in my body."
Ruto's shoulders slumped. "Oh."
"You're not thinking of sothing indecent between and Nero, are you?"
"Of course, I'm not."
"But why do you still look upset?"
"Because Emperor Nero is still a man even if you don't see him as one."
She burst out laughing.
Of course, an overly jealous man wasn't attractive.
But Ruto rarely got jealous. It was weird that of all people, he got jealous of Nero. But since it rarely happened, Neoma enjoyed the mont.
[As long as it's not on a yandere level, it's fine with .]
Neoma actually found it a bit cute.
"I know it's not attractive for a man to be jealous of his lover's twin brother, but I can't help it," Ruto admitted, his face turning red as if he was embarrassed. "But I can't help it."
Neoma stopped laughing as she gave Ruto a teasing smile. "Then do you want to see it first?"
"See what?"
"My flawless naked body?"
Ruto choked on his saliva. "Neoma…"
Pfft.
Neoma smiled and patted Ruto's cheek. "I'm serious, but let's talk about it later," she said, then she looked over her shoulder and turned to the door. "My precious guests are here."
***
THE GUESTS in question were Skylus and Manu.
Neoma held another eting that day again.
[Oh, it's actually nightti now.]
And yet the day wasn't over for her yet.
This ti, the eting took place in Neoma's bedroom.
Aside from Skylus and Manu, all her other "children" were already there after they had completed the task that they gave them.
And her children all stood behind her.
"According to my children's report, the fake church had successfully scared the entire capital into believing that it would rain dead animals during Nero's coronation day," Neoma said in a solemn voice. "That's why people wouldn't stop protesting in front of the palace while demanding Nero to step down."
Skylus flinched as if he did sothing wrong. "I'm sorry, Neoma Noona. I'm doing my best to put the people at ease. But their fear is stronger than their faith in Lord Yule…"
"Don't apologize, Skylus. I didn't summon you here to scold you."
The young saint looked up at her with glossy eyes as if he was about to burst out crying anyti. "Y-You're not mad at , Noona?"
"You're doing a great job as a saint, so why would I be at you?"
It seed like Neoma's sincere words reached Skylus because, suddenly, the young saint looked confident again.
"I will do prayer rallies again, Noona."
"Fortunately, the younger ones haven't lost their faith in Lord Yule yet," Manu added carefully. "Skylus' prayer rallies work, Princess Neoma. But it seems like you summoned us here because you have another job for us."
Skylus' face bead. "I'll do anything as long as it's within my power, Neoma Noona!"
"Then can you lie for , Skylus?" Neoma said, smiling charmingly at the young saint. "Let's commit blasphemy and create a fake prophecy, my little darling saint."
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