Little Ironheart

[Second Chapter For the #Gift.]

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"Hey, little Ironheart, how are you?"

Just as Emeric was going to eat his lunch, a voice interrupted his meal.

"Tch. Get lost." Emeric clicked his tongue in annoyance. But the voice didn't reply.

"Ah, what are we eating for lunch?" The owner of the voice asked again while taking a seat on the opposite side of Emeric.

Emeric clenched his fist and looked up. A flicker of surprise flashed across his face when he saw the figure. "You, what are you doing here?"

"Huh? What? Can't I meet my friend's little brother?" The figure, Hardin, chuckled picking up some of the meat from Emeric's plate. "Hmm, delicious."

"..." Emeric's eyelids twitched, barely holding his anger. "What do you want?"