Having watched the four grow from Konrad's shadows, Selene understood the situation better than most. Of the four, only Heide, Konrad's daughter, received favoritism. Spoiled and sheltered no end, she didn't know the meaning of difficulty and none dared offend her. The rest were raised like swords. But of the three, only the eldest, Helmut, was suitable for such a lifestyle.
Helmut was a blade, he lived for cultivation and battle; that was it. Alas, he could not die. Or more accurately, the only ones able to kill him would never pose him threat. Soon, he'd grown weary of the pointless battles and spent most of his time in secluded cultivation.
Elia, the youngest, and the house's dandy, ran off the day before his twelfth birthday because he could no longer handle it.
