Time blurred, and soon, the family dinner had come to an end. Collins, Mitchelle, Irene, and Michael still had their minds filled with thoughts of Anthony's unbelievable abilities and the evolution of his class. They didn't speak about it further, each could only imagine the sheer lethality such power might hold if ever unleashed fully.
Irene and Collins had already retreated into one of the many rooms within the large estate, while Michael, who was supposed to do the dishes as Mitchelle had ordered, had cleverly escaped with his parents under the pretense of discussing something "important." With Collins vouching for him, his getaway had been far too easy.
There were no maids or servants within the entire mansion; Mitchelle had long preferred to live privately without attendants. Thus, no one was around to clear the table or handle the dishes. The task naturally fell upon Mitchelle and Anthony, mother and son, who began to clean together in quiet companionship.
