. . .
Four would've been a goner if it weren't for the silver ring on his finger—which he would have never worn in the first place if he was not copying his brother.
The thought of being saved by his brother's weird fashion sense bubbled some mixed emotions in his stomach. He didn't know if he should feel relieved, and pull Dos into his arms out of sheer gratitude like thanking him for his weird fashion. But at the same time, he wanted to bang his head on the wall. Being saved in such a lame way was too much for this narcistic man.
Just as he was breathing a sigh of relief, a sudden realization struck him. His brothers had the same thought, and they all darted their widened eyes at Zeirenne.
"If those chocolates are poisoned..." They gasped before stumbling their way to reach Zeirenne's bed. "You should vomit everything at once!"
