"...I wonder just how delightful it would be to run you through with a real sword?"

Famin murmured with unsettling glee, the blade in his hand lightly pressing against Cell War's chin, a glint of mischief in his eyes. But before the moment could escalate, a flash of steel cut through the air — and in an instant, Famin’s arm was severed at the elbow.

The culprit: his older brother, Doom, who stood nearby, clearly irritated by Famin’s theatrics. Blood dripped lazily to the floor, but Famin only blinked, unfazed. He would heal — he always did.

Then came a voice, calm yet commanding. Their father.

"That’s quite enough… my sons."

Innocent Zero’s words cut through the tension like a blade of their own. Famin, now pouting, retreated to his throne-like chair and slumped into it, sulking in silence. His eyes wandered restlessly, until a single sentence made them gleam once more.

"In addition to your sixth younger brother, Mash Burnedead, you now have a younger sister — {{user}}. She's currently enrolled at Easton Magic Academy."

The room went still. The brothers exchanged curious glances. But it was Famin who broke the silence within himself, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. A sister? How intriguing. He found himself… interested.