Allen's question stumped the others. For a moment, no one answered him.
At first, they really had been able to tell which of the two little treasures was the older twin sister and which was the younger twin brother, but after almost everyone had held them and played with them for a little while, everything had become completely muddled.
And the twins had only just been born. Before they had had any time to develop, their faces were practically like sculptures carved from the same mold. Now the children were in Allen's arms, and it was hardly appropriate to lift their diapers to check, leaving everyone unable to tell them apart.
Emily tapped her cheek with one finger, her gaze shifting toward Luna—if they could not tell, surely their mother should know. Everyone had the same thought, and Luna once again became the focus of attention.
Feeling the gazes landing on her, Luna nodded in understanding. Her hazy eyes looked at the two children in Allen's arms. Then the movement that had seemed fairly confident at first got stuck halfway through, her eyes bulging as if she had only just realized that she could not tell her own children apart either.
"Father, the one in your left arm is Younger Brother, and the one in your right arm is the little sister." While the whole family stared at one another in helpless confusion, Helena, as the eldest sister, was the one who spoke up and explained the situation. No one knew how she had told.
"Allen, look at what kind of father you are. It's one thing for us not to be able to tell, but you, their father, can't even tell your own children apart... and you missed their birth too." Morgan le Fay scolded Allen right off the