(Liza POV)
Well, I didn't think this family could do any worse than those two, who surprised the hell out of me and tried to kill each other. Though I think Father put Mary up to it, which is dumb considering they have been trying to kill Kenneth since he could walk on his own. If the poison hasn't killed him after all these years, then killing him the old-fashioned way should have been an option before now.
Sadly, having power doesn't mean you're smart enough to use it properly; otherwise, they would have been in the top ten. "Erica, prepare the bath." I ordered the only maid who cared about me. She has been monumental in my recovery. She could have made more money by kissing my sister's feet, but she refused to leave me, unlike my parents, who are currently arguing about whose fault this is.
"Yes, Miss Liza." She says before wandering off to complete said task. Back to the fighting idiots, my mother blames my father for starting a fight to see if his latest toxin finally affected Kenneth, and my mother is pissed cause he hasn't made anything that has truly affected him in two years.
To make this screw-up even more amazing, Kenneth, who fractured his arm, somehow healed it in a week. Mary still has her arm in a cast with several breaks in the arm that will take two months at the best to heal with our family's resources.
"Seriously, what other outcome are they dreaming of? Or are they just that dumb?" I pondered as I finished my circulation exercises. Not my problem since I owe him for tweaking my medicinal bath. Letting him have free rein of the library might be a mistake, but it's not like he has access to family secrets, so it's fine. Right?
(Mary POV)
"Stupid loser!" My thoughts are overcome with rage. How dare he refuse to bow, to surrender himself to me? Does he even understand why he's with us rather than his parents? Does he really wish to die rather than submit, or does he have a reason? No matter, I'll break him soon enough, and when that happens, I'll keep him safe.
Hm. Did this stupid maid really ruin my manicure? "What's your name?" I ask calmly, to make sure she doesn't catch on too quickly. "M-my name, Miss?" She asks in a frightened tone, so she's heard of me, then? Oh well, least this means I don't have to sugarcoat this. *BANG* A simple kick and she goes flying, wish they would send me someone more durable than this. *CRUNCH* Only Liza gets the more durable servants, for her protection, they said.
That's the third one this week. Maybe I should rein in my temper or stop using mana on them so they can last a little longer. Nah, I don't have that kind of patience anyway, need to find someone to dispo- I mean, clean up my room. I think that's Dan down the hallway, he'll handle it without question. "Dan, there's another mess I need removed from my room." I ordered, and without a complaint, he started walking to my room. "Yes, Miss." He replies with no fuss, now that's service unlike the other idiots they hire.
Now back to figuring out how to beat that bastard into the ground, no more magic lessons till I've healed. Targeting him with other means is pointless since he's killing D-grade assassins now. Anything higher is always being monitored, and moving them here leads to our family being investigated. Wait, D-grades aren't that weak or dumb, so how is he killing them without us noticing anything?
"Now that I think about it, they always looked like they were either choked to death or suffocated." I pondered the possibility of the strange events for a while. I'll ask my mother, maybe she knows, after all, she killed the woman who brought him into this world single-handedly, right?
(Kenneth POV)
"27,28,29,30!" I shouted the last few numbers as I finished my workout for the day. My hand is still killing me, but at least I didn't break it. So there's good news, bad news, and worse news, but I would rather start from the bad since the good news is too damn good. Worse news is, after hurting their precious little hell spawn, they threw me into the dungeon. Yeah, I know, who throws a kid into a cell as a punishment, the answer being the Winchesters.
The Bad news is that it's only till her arm heals in about two months, which some would say is good for you, now you're not being monitored constantly. Yeah, true, but that goes both ways, and right now my senses aren't strong enough to tell me what they are doing outside the dungeon. Right now, not having that intel could cost me my life, and I kinda like living, if you hadn't noticed, or else why would I fight so hard?
Now, to the good news, the material these walls are made from contains and drains mana at a rate meant to keep B-grade prisoners. Why is that good news for a barely eight-year-old boy who is still growing? It's the seal they put on me, the one meant to restrain my growth so that I don't surpass their idol. They put it on me the same day I won the fight, and in the middle of the sealing, I heard that voice again.
"From dawn to dusk, to the highest mountains to the deepest ravines, all that is meant to be will occur in time and show the world the growth of their potential." So it doesn't matter if I'm the weakest or the strongest, just as long as I find a way to grow consistently.
(Evangeline POV)
"I thought I told you to IGNORE him, Alan!" I screamed at the man sitting in front of me. But clearly it hasn't registered, he's still writing in that book of his. "Subject shows an enhanced rate of regeneration despite the harmful cocktail of chemical-based toxins." He says like a child observing a fascinating problem.
"Alan will stop and fucking listen to me!" I said as I threw my teacup at his head. It shatters, doing nothing to him; he looks at me, smiles, and puts his book away. "You have to admit it's fascinating he shouldn't be capable of surviving everything we throw at him, especially the D-grades." He fires back as if that excuses him for throwing our daughter at the little monster.
"This is the last time I'll say this since you're so hard-headed, you are to observe and make no contact until we figure out where Mara left her legacy, am I clear?" I look at him with a stern gaze, and he tries to justify himself, but I'm over this.
"Alan, any more attempts and I'll tell your father you've been going off script." I told him as I made my way towards the door. "Fine, but I'm not going to stop poisoning him; his resilience has helped me make leaps and bounds with the new toxins." He says with a smile that doesn't quite meet his eyes.
"Fine, but nothing else," I say as I leave the room. "I swear it's like I'm rearing monkeys." Seriously, I have two children and feel like I'm raising twelve, why can't these so-called geniuses use their heads?