Viscount Zenno squeezed his eyes shut, stamped his feet, and screamed. He thought Ailien had cast some attack magic, but there was no pain. Instead, his whole body felt ticklish and warm.
"Huh?"
Feeling something odd, Viscount Zenno slowly opened his eyes. And he looked down at his body.
"What is this!"
From every silver button of the frock coat he wore, yellow dandelions were popping out. From the ends of his sleeves, blue ivy grew and wrapped around his wrists. And the biggest change of all was……
"Ah, Father's head is……."
"Hehe. A flower garden for a head!"
At the two children's contrasting reactions, Viscount Zenno instinctively raised his hand to his head. Where it should have been smooth, there was a lush, soft texture. With trembling hands, he carefully pulled at what was on his head. It was not hair.
Flowers of every color were blooming brightly…
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