The blue-eyed guardians, with their repertoire of black clothes, were not a rare sight in Ishtera Hill. They came every now and then; sometimes alone, sometimes two, but at most, there would only be three or four at once.
They would play with the twins briefly, talking to Zein, or just roam around the estate by themselves. The staff and the clansmen were so used to their presence that they no longer flinched or got surprised when they suddenly appeared--unlike the rest of the Far East's residents.
Nevertheless, they couldn't help but parted their lips in shock when ten of them came all at once. Ten people who looked like one big family appeared out of thin air in the yard, and casually strolled toward the patio without the house staff needed to tell them where Zein was.
"Good afternoon," the most level-headed of them, Cliff, greeted Zein while taking a seat.