"That's enough mischief, right?" Aster growled, tightening his grip on Lancaster's neck.
Cough!
Letting go of his neck, Aster wiped off the blood on his face, spitting out profanities at the sky to vent out his frustration.
Lancaster was still stuck in a mind loop of being choked and laid back with his hand on his neck.
Looking to the side, he exhaled and a growing smile continued. "I did prove you wrong though."
"Shut the hell up, little one." Aster snapped, waving his hand to dissolve the discussion.
"To hell with that title! Do I look that little?" Lancaster disputed.
"You're just 234, yet you want to compare with those who are ten times or more?" Aster deadpanned, clicking his tongue.
Pouting, Lancaster kicked the spear on the floor. "I had lived two centuries, it's something, goddamnit!"
A small smile tugged at Aster's lips at the immature behavior of his brother.
