Storage Rings just like the usage of Aura and Weaponry, wasn't allowed in certain parts of the Elmore Mansion at certain periods, and that included the Dinning Hall. Still, there was that one person who constantly carried one, even though she personally had none as a matter of fact.
"Elena, who's ring did you steal today?"
Mia turned and casually inquired from her daughter.
"Oh mother, what are you talking about." Elena was all reddened up, hiding her head away from the gaze of the Sterns.
"Quit the yip yap and tell me already!" Mia pressed on, as whoever the ring belonged to would determine the grade and quality of the scroll she'd get.
"I...I...it was Aunt Clara's." Elena stuttered, still hiding her face away from the others.
"Huh?" Clara who was still sat where she having her focus on the two brothers when she suddenly, suddenly turned to look exactky in her direction.
"Good,.hand it over already!" Mia exclaimed, her hands stretched out for the ring.
"Sorry Aunt, but you're stocked up with lots of scrolls. I know you don't use them, as everyone knows your current situation. Of course they're high grades and…and…" Elena began to rant on and on, looking at her Aunt who just sat there still, unmoved and not even blinking once.
"You know she's not hearing a thing you said, right?" Jaisal whispered into her ears from behind.
"Oh ah, I forgot!" Elena said, remembering her aunt's current condition and snapping out from a certain entrancement she felt.
"Huh!" Jaisal felt a tugging on his tunic, as turning to see who or what it was he was met by the 20 years old Allan Stern. He barely reached half of his height however, he was beaming and Jaisal could only wonder what was up with him. "Ya alright little one?" He asked him calmly.
"Big brother, um um." Allan tired to say yet, he found it somehow difficult, fumbling with the hem of his tunic.
Jaisal had a wide gentle smile up his face, as he ruffled Allan's dark hair with his hands. "Tell me, I'm all ears."
Glancing left and then right, not wanting anyone to probably hear what he had to say. Seemingly forgetting the difference between whispering and otherwise. He voiced out loudly, letting the weight off his chest, his cute little face going redder than a tomato."Big Sister is so cool!!"
Jaisal was quite taken aback for a second, then almost instantly his smile returned to his face once again.
Looking up at his younger sister who just smiled back, taking glances at their Aunt Clara. She wore a troubled look up her face though he knew it wasn't regret for stealing her ring –she'd do to a million times more. Instead it was the pity everyone had for her, a woman he'd consider to be the most beautiful in the entire Shade City — being in such a state.
"I think she's cool too." He mumbled audibly enough to Allan's hearing.
"Really, you think so too?" Allan said with cheer.
"Yeah I do." he said, turning to look back at the now beaming child.
"Great! I want to be like her!" He said aloud confidently and cheerfully.
"Da heck?!"
*BANG!
An explosion resounded throughout the dining hall. Drawing everyone's attention back to the two who were in a standstill minutes ago.
"Hah, you couldn't take my sheer strength anymore brother." Kaleb's voice was heard, as he now stood a meter away from the table, holding up and shaking his numb and hurting hand to get the blood pumping again.
"Says who? You, now isn't that just ridiculous, eh." Vans scoffed, slightly rubbing his hand before going for a grab of Zlatan's color.
"Ehh, whaaaa!" Zlatan reacted to being suddenly lifted of the ground, just when he was about licking up the noodles stuck in Vans's bowl.
"When did you get so much heavier, nephew."
"Whaaa! I feel like a feather, uncle is so so strong!!" Zlatan said loudly, clapping and cheering as he had no idea what he'd just done.
"Hehehe." A wide grin could be seen on Vans face, making sure his brother got a good look at him as he flexed his muscles, still holding up his nephew in the one hand.
"Ahh, I'll thrash you up! I'll rip you apa— heh?" The enraged Kaleb suddenly noticed a hand on his chest, rubbing it gently.
Following it, he could see Thelma his mistress looking at him with an alluring expression up her face.
"Mia, you've got one now?" Vans yelled out, taking advantage of the situation though his eyes fixed on the two before him. He didn't know how much of a dum dum she'd have to be to do this at such a time. What better choice could he expect from his brother, he never made the right choice unless he did it for him. Still, all he did was be the ungrateful, hot-headed and arrogant person he was. Whatever his mistress was up to, it was in his favor and he had to act fast to protect everyone, before Kaleb's fuse was blown. After all, the brother he knew would be definitely clearing her off his face soon.
"I'm trying okay, she's got loads of junk in here." Mia replied loudly.
"Junk, mmm chewies! Uncle chewies!" Zlatan was all high and mouth watering again— absolutely insatiable.
"Found one here but, it's Low Quality!".
"Which grade?!" Vans inquired, his eyes starting to light up, turning from a dark iris to a silver one flame.
"Don't let me repeat myself again. What do you want!" Meanwhile Kaleb questioned for the once again, only to have his mistress embracing tightly him now.
"Darling, please don't fight Vans." Her soft voice which always got him each time, rang in his ears having an opposite reaction this time round. His eyes widened and brows furrowed, her words hitting different. "He's too strong for you. Just do—"
*WHACK!
*WHEEE!
Everyone watched spellbounded as with a slap, Thelma was sent flying like a projectile by and past them continuing until she crashed into the wall.
"Whoaaa! Did you just see that? It was —" Vans body began to light up a bright and wild sliver flame, he was no longer up for games, having his eyes still on his brother as he threw Zlatan. "Mia, activate the scroll and catch him."
"Catch him! Why did you throw him there then?!" Mia yelled.
"Eh, where?" Vans looked at his hands, puzzled on which one he held Zlatan with, unluckily it was the right.
*BAM!
*THUD!
Slamming into the wall, he dropped like a cannon ball unable to move and unhurt but knocked out cold. After all, a lot more would be required to squeeze the fat first before the life came out of him.
"Yawn! I'm tired, that was a good one. Huh? My? Who took my food?! Aaaaahhh!!!" A high-pitched shriek resounded throughout the entire dinning hall, everyone's ears ringing incessantly.