The Thoughs of a Father

Meanwhile, back in the B-Empire. 

Ivan and two children were sitting around a large table in his apartment that overlooked the gloomy, yet beautiful cityscape together.

The sound of plates and cutlery delighted sounds as the two children ate the expensive beef and pork that once they could only dream about while watching the tall silver-haired dandy named Ivan who drank a small glass of brandy with his meal.

A large screen covered the opposite wall, wrapped in a gentle strip of faint light. There was an image of an arena on the screen where an extremely handsome male who looked much like the dandy old man knelt while panting.

Yet despite that, he was alive, and the black and silver aura he used to win the fight caused Ivan's eyes to shine with a proud light, his lips curled into a delighted smile.