The dining room was set by Ballister with the help of Chaos, who kept muttering something to himself while glaring at Rune and Iva.
"Why them?" Chaos murmured. "It should have been me, the next owner of Morville Castle. I had the potential. Where is Herschel when I need him?" The boy huffed.
Ballister held the plate midair. He stared at Chaos for a moment, then shook his head and continued with what he was doing.
"Don't you agree, Balli? Maybe we should arrange a fight for it," Chaos suggested, going to hold Ballister's hand. "I feel robbed... you know that feeling when something is yours, and it gets taken away?"
Ballister looked down at his hand, where the boy was holding, and sighed. "Except you're looking to end your own life, a fight is too..." he paused. It wasn't any use to talk to Chaos.
