Strax burst out laughing with an almost youthful vigor. The entire mansion seemed to vibrate with the echo of the draconic laughter that escaped from his chest.
"HAHAHAHA! May those two finally die, those damn dramatic narcissists! That will spare the world from two idiots with swords and egos the size of mountains!"
Cristine rolled her eyes, already opening the mansion door with unnecessary force. "At least pretend you care, creature. They're your brothers."
"Cristine, my love," said Strax, walking behind her with light steps, "my brothers tried to kill me. I'm being kind by wishing only for their death."
Yennifer whistled. "Good thing my dear sister never tried anything like that."
"Ah, it was a difficult time," Monica commented with an involuntary smile on the corner of her mouth, closing the door behind them. "Strax didn't have wings or charisma yet. Right, dear?"
