The backdrop can also be propped up.

After being slapped by Borist, Chicarol's temper became noticeably more volatile.

"What's gotten into that guy all of a sudden!" Chicarol slammed his foot on the wooden plank of the stairs, which creaked loudly.

"Keep your voice down, Father and Grandpa are talking." Bereith felt bad about being humiliated by Borist, but he could only hold back for now—he was the future heir of the Flor family, and he could easily kick Borist out once he took that position.

Bruce didn't say anything, but he was thinking about how to get Borest punished through his grandfather.

"Don't think about it for now. Let's get rid of the handprint on my face first, and don't let the elders know." Beris cast a healing spell on herself, making the handprint on her face fade away.

"Why should I?! I'm going to tell Father and Mother!" Chicarole said angrily. "I'm going to tell Father and Mother what that bastard Borest did!"

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself enough?!" Beris shouted.

“But it’s really strange that he suddenly became so powerful…” Chicarol’s voice softened after being scolded by his older brother.

“Isn’t it normal for him to be so capable? Have you forgotten who his biological father is?” Beris gritted her teeth, suddenly realizing that her parents and she had spoiled Chicaror too much, making the kid forget his place.

“Borist’s biological father—who is also our uncle—was a genius mage, a rare talent in the entire Flor family and even the entire continent. If he hadn’t gone mad for some reason, the position of family head would not have gone to our uncle.” Bruce added, as he was also healing himself with healing magic. “Borist may not have reached the level of his biological father, but he is certainly no less capable than us. Rather, the abilities he has recently demonstrated are his true abilities.”

"Couldn't he just keep suppressing his talent? He's been acting like an ordinary mage for so many years, what's wrong with pretending for a few more years?" Even though Chicaror was unconvinced, he still started treating the slap mark on his face. "He's been a coward for so many years, and now that it's time for us younger generation to be the successors, he's finally sticking his head out. I don't believe he doesn't have some other purpose."

Upon reaching the second floor, Beris and the others felt as if they had stepped into some kind of magic circle. Just as they tried to back out, they found themselves unable to escape.

Then, Borest emerged from the depths of the corridor—he had just decided that hiding at the stairwell couldn't be a bad idea, so he decided to set up a magic circle there, and when the magic circle was activated, it would trap Beres and the others inside.

"What do you want to do?" Chicarol felt a chill run down his spine as he saw Borest approaching. "Let me tell you, this is our home! Don't even think about killing us here. Mom and Dad won't let you get away with it!"

“I slapped you in the face before,” Borest said expressionlessly.

"So what? You're going to apologize to us?" Bruce suppressed his fear—he didn't think Boris would dare kill them when they could be discovered at any moment.

“No, I’m here to cast an amnesia spell on you,” Borest said, raising his wand. “You will lose your memories.”

Three streams of black magic, as thick as night, suddenly appeared and shot straight towards the three people in the magic circle.

Before they could dodge, the three were struck precisely by the black magic, then fell down onto the stairs.

Boris Strist ignored them, dispelled the magic circle and the invisibility spell on himself, and slipped back to his room, locked the door, and tutored his two younger sisters with their homework.

In a room on the top floor of the castle, several elders were discussing the final steps in selecting familiars.

"Hasn't Berezier and the others arrived yet?" The current head of the Flor family, Borist's grandfather Hecasi, looked at his eldest son, Borist's uncle Joseph.

“They should be downstairs.” Joseph had just finished speaking when he heard a knock on the door.

When the door was opened, the butler stood in the doorway with a grim expression.

"What happened?" Black Cassie asked.

The butler replied anxiously, "Young Master Bereaves, Young Master Bruce, and Young Master Chicarole have all fainted on the stairs. We don't know what happened. Gentlemen, please go and take a look."

"What?!" Joseph slammed his hand on the table and rushed downstairs, followed by his second brother Andrew—Bruce's father and Borest's second uncle.

Black Cassie, his face grim, stopped the butler and asked, "How did they end up lying on the stairs? Were there suspicious individuals in the castle who attacked them?"

“Well… I don’t know either,” the butler said nervously, then quickly added, “but I saw that they seemed to be arguing with Master Borist.”

Borest? Black Cassie remembered—it was the child of his youngest son, whom he had once doted on and on whom he had placed his hopes.

However, Borist was always a quiet and eccentric child.

Borist didn't have the extensive network of connections that Berry and Chicarole had at school, nor was he as eloquent as Bruce in winning over the elders. Instead, he always wore a bitter and resentful expression and kept to himself.

Furthermore, Borist did not display the same astonishing magical talent as his father.

Therefore, Black Cassie never paid any attention to his grandson.

But since Borest got into a fight with his other three grandsons, Black Cassie had to ask: "What did they fight about?"

"I don't know either." The butler looked embarrassed. These young masters had been making fun of Borist and warned them not to reveal anything to anyone else. In addition, Borist was not very important, so they didn't bother with it.