Protection Key

"Not my problem," Damian replied simply.

"Hm, okay..." Lucian looked at him for a few seconds before letting it go.

It had been over eight years. Damian felt neither joy nor sadness at their fall. He did, however, understand why his younger sibling was trying so hard now. But then again, Damian was never supposed to be here. He was supposed to be dead at the age of five. Even this prolonged decline was a result of his survival—or rather, his body's survival. Otherwise, they would have long been homeless.

With able bodies and four young children of reasonable talent, they shouldn't have had any problems living like commoners. In fact, they could live better than commoners with so many Pathfinders in the family. Unless...

"What are my older siblings doing? Are they not employed or something?" Damian asked.