"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
With one hand, Vanitas roughly lifted the Saintess up on the back of her dress.
"Ah, Vanitas," the Saintess replied calmly despite the situation. "Have you already finished your business?"
"Yeah," Vanitas answered flatly. "It's Emperor now."
His amethyst eyes narrowed.
"Now explain something to me, Fyodor," he continued coldly. "What exactly do you think you're doing? Is this seriously the time for you to be playing these stupid games?"
At those words, Astrid's eyes widened slightly.
"…Fyodor?"
Meanwhile, the Saintess, whatever was currently wearing Selena's face, visibly pouted in annoyance. To Vanitas, the expression itself looked deeply unnatural against Selena's otherwise divine appearance.
"Spoilsport," Fyodor complained. "You didn't have to ruin the surprise like that."
Vanitas's expression only darkened further.
"…Grown-ass man pretending to be a little girl," he muttered. "What the hell has the world come to?"
"Heh."
