***
"What do you want to talk about?" Vastor asked.
"As I was saying to your 'children' before we were interrupted by their pet, their mother must be pretty good in bed to convince you to adopt them and triple the shame you have brought on the Vastor Household, Father." Away from prying eyes, Zesor dropped all pretenses of courtesy.
"Muddying the family tree by marrying a commoner was already bad, but playing family with the offspring of a common criminal is more than lust. It's crossing the line of dishonor."
The insults washed over the Professor like spring rain on sturdy windows, yet he was worried about Filia and Frey. Much to his surprise, when he turned his gaze to them, he discovered they were neither angry nor offended.
They were scared, but not for themselves. Filia and Frey looked at him in worry, afraid that Vastor's sons might be mean to him as well.
