"FOOOOOLLL!!!"
the fool wakes up scared
Fool:"What!?"
His sister temperance is wearing a maid outfit and she's arguing about the room
Temperance: "I've told many times to clean up your room for me TO NOT SFFUR YOUR ROOMS CLEANING!"
fool: "when cleaning is your priority?"
Temperance:"it has always my priority!"
Fool is silent not remembering his sister like that or is she even exist
Temperance is the 15 year old maid little sister
Fool silently leaves the room
But temperance says "fool check the moon for a bit"
Fool replies: "okkayyy" and goes to her room but he notices that structure of the house is significantly deferent
He find the moon's door knock it but she said behind the door "don't worry brother open the door"
He opened it and see behind the door a sea with the moon (the actual moon)reflecting it self on the water and and moon is standing on the water
The moon: "brother? Do want something?"
Fool says In shock: "a-a temperance wants to check on you"
Moon says in a very soft voice: "im-im fine tell her I'm ready for today's work"
Fools says "AAA ok" an runs to temperance
The moon is the second maid sister and she 14 years old
At the room Temperance has cleaned the room and she says "anything new about moon?"
Fool reply: "she says she's ready"
Temperance said: "we have a lot to do today want some food"
Fool replies: "of course!"
Temperance replies: "ok go to the dinner table"
Fool is shocked form what her hears and and got to the table room and saw it was huge and Golden and sit one of the luxurious chairs
The Fool sat at the enormous golden dining table, the same one that looked more like a royal banquet than a family meal.
He still wasn't used to it — the shimmering plates, the smell of roasted bread, and the chandelier that looked too clean to be real.
He was still half-dazed when Temperance clapped her hands sharply.
Temperance: "Everyone! Breakfast is served. Please, take your seats."
Her tone was strict — a tone that didn't match her age.
She moved with precision, posture perfect, her maid uniform spotless, her expression the definition of duty.
The Fool watched her move and thought, She's fifteen. Why does she sound like a drill sergeant?
One by one, his family entered the room.
The first was The Hermit, his older brother — tall, confident, his hair messy in that intentional way anime heroes wear it. His steps were dramatic; every movement seemed choreographed to look "cool."
He threw a playful grin toward the Fool.
Hermit: "Well, well! The sleepy hero finally graces us with his presence. What's the matter, Fool? Did the Goddess of Sloth bless your dreams again?"
Fool: "I… just woke up, that's all."
Hermit: "Ahahaha! Classic!"
He slapped the Fool on the back so hard the utensils rattled.
"Relax, brother. Every day's a chance for greatness! You never know when your next adventure starts."
The Fool just nodded. He'd forgotten how loud his brother was — or maybe he'd never been like this before. He couldn't remember.
Then came The Hermitess, their mother — graceful, radiant, and completely full of herself.
She entered with a confident sway, wearing a silk robe that sparkled with embroidery shaped like her own face.
She waved her hand lazily as the two maids, Temperance and The Moon, scrambled to pull out her chair.
Hermitess: "Oh, my sweet children, good morning! What a beautiful day to celebrate me!"
Hermit: "Of course, Mother! The sun rises only to see you shine!"
Hermitess: "How true, my dear son! You always understand me best."
She turned toward Temperance and Moon, her smile sharpening.
"Though, I must say, my poor maids look tired. Perhaps it's time I recruit a few new ones to lighten your load. You two are the most loyal, of course — but even diamonds can crack without polish."
Temperance: "If you wish, my Lady. Though I assure you, we can handle our duties."
Hermitess: "Oh, but you're so serious, Temperance. You must learn to enjoy your chores. Work is joy if you do it with beauty — like me."
The Fool almost choked on his bread. His mother's narcissism wasn't subtle — it was theatrical.
And yet, everyone around her nodded as if it were profound.
Fool (thinking):
"She talks like a queen in a soap opera. Was she always like this? Or is it me who's changed?"
Moon, the younger maid, peeked from the kitchen doorway.
Her silver hair reflected the morning light, and her expression was quiet — nervous, soft-spoken.
She carried a tray with tea and placed it gently beside the Fool.
Moon: "Here you go, brother... careful, it's hot."
Fool: "Thanks, Moon."
Her smile flickered — brief but genuine.
Then she turned to The Hermitess and bowed.
Moon: "Your tea, my Lady."
Hermitess: "Ah, delightful! My precious Moon never fails me."
She sipped with exaggerated grace, then glanced at the Fool.
"And you, my darling Fool. You really should fix your hair before breakfast. You look like an orphan in a storm."
Fool: "Good morning to you too, Mother."
The Hermit laughed so loud it nearly drowned out the tension.
Hermit: "Don't take it to heart, Fool! You know how she is. Besides, adventure doesn't wait for perfect hair!"
Hermitess: "Yes, yes — go play your little hero games. Just don't bring dirt into my halls again."
As the family chatted — or rather, performed — the door at the far end creaked open.
Footsteps. Slow, grounded, calm.
Then The World entered.
Their father.
He didn't glow. He didn't shout. He didn't have the exaggerated gestures or sugar-coated smiles the rest carried.
He just walked in like a normal man — slightly tired, eyes observant, wearing a simple black suit with the sleeves rolled up.
World: "Morning, everyone."
His voice — real.
Not that overacted anime tone.
It had weight. Humanity.
Hermitess: "Ah, the World himself honors us! How wonderful."
She leaned back, pretending to faint dramatically. "Please, don't tell me you're working again today. You'll neglect your divine wife."
World: "Someone has to. You'd probably marry yourself if you could."
Hermitess: "Oh, don't tempt me."
The Fool almost smiled. It was the first real exchange he'd heard all morning.
His father caught his eye and gave a subtle nod — the kind that said 'I see you're awake now. We'll talk later.'
It was comforting.
Like finding a single sane person in a world gone mad.
Hermit: "Father! When's my next trial? I've mastered the fire element, and water bends to my will. All I need now is your blessing to begin my next quest!"
World: "Your next quest should probably involve a shower."
Hermit: "Ah! A fair challenge!" he said proudly, missing the sarcasm completely.
The Moon tried not to giggle. Temperance sighed in quiet disapproval.
Temperance: "Please, my Lord. Can we finish breakfast before anyone starts a 'quest' inside the house?"
Hermitess: "Temperance, don't be such a bore! Let the boys play pretend — it's cute."
World: "Cute until someone burns the carpet again."
That got everyone quiet for a second.
The Fool stared at his plate. He felt... detached.
Everything around him was so lively, so colorful, so unrealistically perfect.
He could barely remember what his real family felt like.
Had they ever laughed like this?
Had his mother ever smiled — not this painted grin, but a real, human smile?
He caught the World looking at him again.
World (quietly): "Eat, son. You'll need your strength."
Fool: "...For what?"
World: "For understanding where you are."
Before he could ask what that meant, the doors swung open again.
A gust of warm air swept through, carrying a faint scent of roses and lightning.
Hermitess: "Ah, finally. She graces us."
The Empress entered.
Every step she took shimmered. Her presence filled the room with that heavy, intoxicating energy — beauty that didn't look human.
She was tall, poised, dressed in a deep crimson gown that reflected gold when the light hit it.
Her hair flowed like molten copper, her eyes sharp as blades.
Empress: "Good morning, family. I apologize for my delay — the apostlos required my attention."
Hermit: "Sister! Did you defeat another legion by yourself?"
Empress: "Naturally."
She smiled faintly. "Someone has to handle the divine while you all enjoy breakfast."
She sat beside the Fool — close, elegant, almost intimidating.
He tried to avoid her gaze, but she leaned in slightly.
Empress: "You look pale, Fool. Still lost in dreams?"
Fool: "Maybe. I'm... still adjusting."
Empress: "Then adjust faster."
Her voice dropped lower, almost human.
"The dream doesn't wait for anyone."
He blinked.
For a brief second, he could swear she wasn't talking in character.
But then her perfect smile returned, and she lifted her cup gracefully.
Empress: "To family, and to the world we've built!"
Everyone raised their cups — except the World, who simply watched.
The Fool hesitated… then raised his, too.
The World leaned toward him and whispered under the noise:
"Don't get too comfortable, Fool. This place loves those who forget."
The Fool froze — his cup trembling slightly — and for the first time, the gold in the room didn't look like luxury.
It looked like a cage.