Clementine
The smaller one’s holding a katana and pointing its sharp on Tina’s nape, while the taller one holds Tina who’s now kneeling and her upper body is leaning forward, as if this is an execution to cut your head.
“Wait, boys… remove your masks so that she will recognize you,” I ordered those two, then they followed what I told them to do.
“Marcus, Julian,” she called out her son's names.
“Should we execute her now, master?” Marcus, the younger among the two siblings and the one who’s holding the katana asked.
“What execution Marcus?! I am your mother!” Tina shouted.
“We do not have a mother who tends to kill our empress,” Julian said.
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