Chapter 41: The crackheads
It was rare for the manor to feel this alive.
After weeks of tension, betrayal, shadow beasts, and near-death battles, the brothers had finally earned a day to just be... idiots.
Eren was the first to start the chaos.
He'd enchanted one of the spellbooks to sing out dramatic opera whenever opened—and left it innocently on the kitchen table. Leo, ever the curious cat, opened it expecting potion notes, only to be blasted in the face with:
"OOOOHHH MIGHTY SON OF DARKNESS, DOOMED IN YOUR DESTINY—"
He flailed, tripped on a chair, and hit the floor with a loud THUD.
Eira, sipping tea in the corner, snorted. "Genius spellwork."
Leo shot her a glare. "You are so lucky Cain still hasn't kicked you out."
Cain wasn't in the kitchen. He had more important matters to attend to—like Selene, who was currently trying to braid his ridiculously thick, jet-black hair.
"This would be easier if you didn't have vampire silk for hair," she grumbled, tongue peeking from the corner of her mouth.
Cain chuckled. "You're the one who insisted I sit still and 'let you practice.'"