“Sparda found that quite amusing when you did that.” Eva waved a hand, not wanting Rebellion to continuously clean up her sons’ messes.
“We shall go see, but they are old enough to now clean up after themselves.” She corrected gently, fetching a dustpan and broom, then led the other along to find the broken vase.
“He’s teased me about this quite frequently,” She chuckled, not minding the teasing in the slightest.
“I’m sure they are, but I haven’t much to do beside protect the house from demons. You two have picked a good hiding place so I don’t have much to do,” She was happy that the two and their children were safe, but that didn’t leave her much to do but prepare for something she hoped never happened. A weapon without a fight wasn’t much of a weapon.














