26 Who Wants Desert? (2/2)
”Aw… but isn't that one of his strong points?” Marigold questions as she snuggles closer towards Ambrose.
”If you say so,” Salem chirps in.
”It's true, that Sister Marigold in charge,” Grail says with a nod as he twists a spoon in his mouth.
”Boys don't give him a hard time, it's normally that women are the ones in charge. I've got your father wrapped around my little finger,” my mother's say with a laugh as she pats my father's face.
”You boys will be lucky, if you get a strong woman like your Mother or Marigold, no need to be jealous of your brother,” my father says with a wink.
I could only nod my head, if I found someone, I'd want to have the same relationship as my mother and father. They undoubtedly loved each other, but I'm only five, I've got plenty of time to worry about finding someone later.
”Lil Sis, did you know that I'm a Necromancer! I'm in Brother Ambrose's party as well,” Grail says with a smile.
”A necromancer?”
”Mhm. I can summon the undead that I have a contract with,” he says and snaps his fingers. Behind him, a black shadowy figure takes shape behind him. It looks like a knight with a huge board sword.
In the shadowy figure, I can see purple light erupting from the eye sockets and mouth of the knight, it also surrounded his hands that are wrapped around the chair that Grail is sitting in.
”This is my first familiar, a black knight,” he explains with a small smile. His emerald eyes sparkling like he's showing someone a toy.
Maybe, that why he made all the hair on my arms stand up. Because he literally controlled death.
I turn to look at Clemente. ”What about you Brother?” I ask him with an expectant look. Although, from the way that he was dressed I had a sneaky suspicion of what his class would be.
”I'm a samurai, and I'm the guild master of 'Wandering Sun',” he says with a smug look as he looks at Ambrose.
I raise an eyebrow.
He was a guild master.
”Somehow you're a Guild Master, that will always be one of life great mysteries how you managed to do that,” Ambrose says with a shake of his head.
”Maybe, it's because I'm likable,” Clemente snorts, as he crosses his arms over his chest.
”Wait, Brother, do you also try and clear the world Dungeon?” I ask him.
”I do, but right now, I'm focused on clearing Dungeon Gates, so that more people can enter into the world Dungeon. Right now, there aren't that many Dungeon Gates that are open,” he explains.
”There are three major gates that are open, and that's where the three major schools are for hopeful adventurer students, that go to find skilled experts to teach them about their class,” Salem says.
”Then are you working to establish school Brother?” I ask.
”That's my dream, to train future adventures so that we can clear the world dungeon,” he says proudly.
”You sure know how to dream big,” Marigold chuckles. ”But if someone would be able to establish a new school, then it would be your Brother,” she says with a nod in his direction.
I had some amazing Brothers. But there was one Brother that I didn't know almost anything about.
Turning my attention to Salem, I clear my throat.
”Salem, what about you? What's your class?” I ask him.
He looks up from his glass of wine and looks a little surprised at my line of questions.
”You haven't told her yet?” Grail asks.
”Well, he'd be the one not to let anything slip,” Ambrose says with a shake of his head.
”Always a secretive one, aren't you, Brother?” Clemente says with a laugh.
He put his glass down, and runs a hand through his hair, looking a little peeved.
”I'm a Magician,” he states rather simply.
I sit back in my seat a little and pick up a bit of fruit that was in the shape of a heart. I pop it in my mouth and keep looking at my Brother. Trying my best to read his emotions, but I can't tell what he's thinking at all.
”What type of Magician?” I ask him.
”I specialize in taking Over Magic,” he tells me.
I give him a look that says 'continue.'
”It's a magic that allows the user to sign contracts with a beast, and allow the user to transform into them,” he says. Saying more words than I've heard him speak at once.
”He's being modest, it's a magic that hardly any practice, he could be considered an authority with his mastery of it,” Grails chimes in with a smile on his face.
He still had that Black Knight summoned. It was feeding him food, actually.
”You're truly talented! He was offered a position at the Black March School, that's one of the three major schools,” my mother says point her fork at Salem.
He ducks his head.
”I'd rather not talk about it,” he says simply.
I want to open my mouth and apologize but I close it.
”Well then who want's some desert?” My mother asks trying to diffuse the tension in the room.