I, the Regent of Kazdel, Want to Be a Siscon

Lately, Theresis has been helping out in Theresa's office. One day, Nightingale walked in carrying a cake and saw Theresis asleep with his head on the desk.

Nightingale: Your Highness, it's time for cake.

Theresis lifted his head groggily. "Ah, oh. Thanks."

Nightingale: Regent, what are you doing?

Theresis: Sleeping. Lord Kal'tsit is helping Theresa with her duties.

Nightingale: And Her Majesty?

Theresis: Theresa is resting.

Nightingale: Then why don't I see Lord Kal'tsit?

Theresis: Lord Kal'tsit is handling official business.

Nightingale: ...I don't know what's going on, but I'll just leave the cake here for now.

(P.S. The author is terrible at writing titles and blurbs, so I'll have to win you over with the quality of the story.)

(P.S. Due to the author's condition, the first twenty chapters of the Dark Times arc are a little rough. Things return to normal after that.)