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"I didn't know you two were friends."
"We're not friends."
"We're not friends."
The simultaneous response from both Enosh and me silenced the emperor.
"Imperial Father, how can you befriend a bollo?"
"I'm not a bollo."
"You're a bollo, an ugly bollo."
Enosh snorted.
No, I think I look pretty, but why the heck do you always call me ugly?
"Am I on the ugly side according to this world's standard of beauty?"
I pinched my cheek lightly with my finger and checked my eyes.
I don't think I'm particularly soft like a bollo. When I tilted my head, Enosh frowned.
"Imperial Father, I'm tired. Can you go?"
"...Your mother misses you a lot."
"...Please tell her to come next time."
"Just say a word, and she'll come over, so just speak on a convenient day..."
"Alright, I got it! Didn't I tell you to leave?! Please, get out of here; I'm annoyed..."
When Enosh shuddered, unable to throw away what he had in his hand, the emperor inevitably bit his lip.
"He really seems to care."
Seeing that the emperor couldn't move.
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