13

"The Remington invited us for a big celebration in their mansion, Arden," Celestia said while they were having breakfast.

Erina was still shocked by the almost violent incident she witnessed, which explains why she was not on her senses while eating.

"When?" Arden asked.

"Tomorrow. And they heard about your feud with the Rockwells. I told you to maintain peace with the royalty clans because it might give us some conflicts with the other royalties!" She hissed, her eyes boring against Erina, who has now pulled herself back from her reality.

"Do you want me to disregard what the Rockwell has done, Mama?" Arden's voice thickened.

Celestia can feel that his temper is knocking against his head again, seeking to be freed.

"She's safe. You should have let it slip—"

"Let's say they did that to you. They kidnapped you, and they almost killed you. Do you want me to disregard it as well? Let it slip because you're safe?" Arden's expression darkened; his jaw was clenching repeatedly.

Celes