"Sister Mary, you will always be an older sister to me, so I hope you do not mind dropping the formalities now that we are truly family," said Ethan. He flashed a shameless, charming grin, leaning back comfortably in his chair.
"Oh, you sweet-talking tyrant," said Mary. She chuckled heartily, her eyes wrinkling with absolute delight at his words. "If the son of the legendary Brightsword clan calls me sister, who am I to refuse? Let us open these boxes then!"
"Look at this set!" said Roy. He practically lunged at the chest, pulling out a magnificent, heavy bundle of armor that sat beneath the delicate silk clothes.
"I thought the fine robes were beautiful, Roy, but you would look a bit strange testing for the Heavenly Sword Pavilion in just a silk gown," said Ethan. "So, I had that custom-made for you."
