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Minutes ago, Eris could be seen lounging gracefully across Her dark velvet couch, Her right cheek resting against a pale hand as a projection shimmered before Her.
Behind it, the crackling fire filled Her manor with a soft warmth, light flickering across Her red eyes as She watched Ignotus.
He stood in that polished marble chamber, large in stature but weak before the Patriarch and his very father.
Despite that, somehow, he was the only one who looked comfortable.
"…wow."
Rather, he was the one with the most maniacal—lovely—smile.
"You called me here for a family reunion? How nice."
Eris's lips curved slightly.
'That's my Ignotus.'
Even when standing before a Fourth Class and a Fifth, he never bowed.
His calmness was a conviction that She couldn't help but admire.
Yet Genus's voice easily cut through it:
"You aren't my son."
Eris straightened a little, Her gaze sharpening.
The air in Her manor darkened, Her presence leaking out.
'Would you dare…?'
