Mael Valerius's handsome face darkened abruptly—this flamboyant peacock was seriously copying him?
"Fucking flashy phoenix, you really need a beating."
As he spoke, he raised his fist, ready to take a swing again.
"Don't get so worked up, cousin~"
Soren Phoenix flicked his Fiery Red Feather Robe and nimbly dodged behind Luna Sutton, "This trick of mine works every time. The old man's most afraid when I threaten to go on a hunger strike."
Kian Sterling's ten fox tails swayed dangerously behind him, "Young Lord Fawkes, do you think this is a game?"
"How could it possibly be a game?"
Soren suddenly shed his smile, a cold glint flashing through his peach blossom eyes, "That 'good father' of mine pissed off my Matron to death for the sake of that filthy concubine, and for Celestia Fawkes—that bastard—he laid hands on me more than once, even made his own son kneel in the ancestral hall as punishment. Now that bastard's dead, I couldn't be happier."
