The Red Ghoul {The Red Good Series: Book Zero}

ARC II: PART X

The dinner table buzzed with laughter and chatter as everyone enjoyed a mix of Lebanese and Vietnamese dishes. The air was filled with delicious aromas, making everyone's mouth water.

Lian and Billy were in the middle of a playful game, trying to sneak bites from each other's plates when the other wasn't looking. Their laughter filled the room, adding to the light-hearted atmosphere. Meanwhile, Damian, always the careful one, made sure his plate was strictly vegetarian. His love for animals was clear in his choices, and he wouldn't compromise his principles, no matter how tempting the food was.

Roy was spoon-feeding Jason, who put up a half-hearted protest, rolling his eyes but not really minding. The warmth between them was undeniable. As they shared stories and jokes, Jason couldn't help but feel grateful for the family around him. They all had their quirks, but in that moment, they were united by love and kinship, creating memories that would last forever.

After dinner, as they moved on to dessert, Roy looked around the group, beaming with pride. "Well done, everyone," he said, his voice full of genuine pride. "Another year, another round of stellar academic achievements. I couldn't be prouder of each and every one of you."

"Thanks, Dad!" Lian grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She had worked so hard all year, and being recognized for it meant the world to her. "I worked really hard, but it feels amazing to see it pay off."

"Indeed," Damian nodded, a satisfied smirk on his lips. He always prided himself on his intellect and academic skills. "I expect nothing less than excellence from myself."

Billy grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Yeah, well, it helps when you've got the best teachers," he quipped, sending a playful wink Jason's way.

Jason chuckled, warmth spreading through his chest at the sight of their happy faces. "Well, I might be biased, but I like to think I've taught you a thing or two," he replied, his tone light and playful.

Roy watched them, pride swelling in his chest. These kids were his family, his pride and joy, and seeing them thrive brought him immense happiness. "You've all worked incredibly hard, and it's paid off. I couldn't be prouder."

As the conversation shifted to the new school year, Jason turned to Damian. "Have you chosen your electives for the third year at Nanda Parbat Academy for Magic?"

Damian nodded. "Yes, akhi. I selected Art Magic, Rituals & Curses, Apparition, and Magical Politics."

"Art Magic, Rituals & Curses, Apparition, and Magical Politics," Jason repeated, nodding in approval. "Solid choices, Damian. It's clear you've put a lot of thought into this."

Damian inclined his head, a determined glint in his eyes. "I have," he said firmly. "I believe these subjects will provide me with a well-rounded education and prepare me for the challenges ahead."

Roy chimed in, his expression thoughtful. "Art Magic makes sense," he mused. "You've always had a talent for it. And Magical Politics... well, that's a given considering your lineage." He paused, a curious look on his face. "But Rituals & Curses? That's an interesting choice. Care to elaborate?"

"Given our family's situation," Damian explained, a serious note in his voice, "it's essential to know about various rituals and curses. You never know when that knowledge might come in handy."

"Wise thinking, Damian," Jason remarked, a smile tugging at his lips. "It's always better to be prepared for any situation."

Jason nodded, his gaze filled with pride and admiration for his brother's wisdom beyond his years. He might not like the idea of child soldiers, but if there was one thing he'd agree with Bruce on, it was the importance of always being prepared.