Since the voice had helped him before, Ermand thought that if he listened to it, he wouldn't have to regret afterwards.

"Get out!" He shouted.

Mrs. Chisels' eyes widened upon Ermand's sudden action.

"Wha-what are you talking about, Ermie?"

"Jack! Jason! Is dad here?" He hesitated to get out of the house.

"He had just gone out--"

"Great. Jack! Jason!"

"Why the hell are you shouting, creep?" Jason wailed, lazily climbing down the creaking stairs.

"Get out! Jack!"

"So you started commanding orders at us too, huh?"

"I don't have time to explain to you! Get the hell out of here!"

"Why... are you all shouting?" Jack climbed down behind Jason, rubbing his eyes.

"Get out. Everybody!"

"Whoa, man! Relax--"

Ermand knew there's no way but to pull and push all of them out of the house before it gets too late. He grabbed Jason's arm and pushed him out of the house and grabbed Jack's and Mrs. Chisel's hands and pulled them along with him.

"Ermie, what are you doing?" Mrs. Chisel asked as she was reluctantly dragged out of the house.

"Danger!" He bellowed as he ran out of their yard, pushing Jason in front of him.

"What do you--"

A big streak of dazzling dark green light bashed against their house, creating a loud banging sound all around their neighborhood. Some sort of vibration hit their body, weakening them. The Chisels gasped in horror, watching their home getting destroyed before their eyes.

The house was no more a house then. It was just a huge pile of broken wood and metals.

"Let's assume that the age of our house was just that..." Jack mumbled, gaping at the trash of big wooden planks and pieces.

"I just hope my potion bottles aren't smashed," Jason stated in an unusual tone that barely matched his personality.

"Thank goodness I kept the preparer on the far shelf in my classroom," Jack stated afterwards.

"Shut up!" Mrs. Chisel trembled. Tears ran down uncontrollably over her cheeks and hung at the end of her jaw. She fell on the ground. Her dress tore as her knees struck against the hard metal road.

"We've lived here for more than twenty years. All our memories are shattered,"she weeped without anyone to console the poor woman.

Ermand didn't speak anything. Although he has saved them, he feels as if a part of them is lost. The home he had always found comfort in. The petite but cozy room he slept all night. Every beautiful memory of the house and their family had gone... forever. But they're saved. The voice saved them.

"Mum. The Qorders are going to smash it anyway," Jack bent to hug his mother with a hand.

"Still..." She sniffed. Tears ran down her cheeks. Her eyes were cherry red out of crying.

"How did you know that this was gonna happen?" Jason pressed the palm of his hands against Ermand's shoulder, pushing him.

"You won't believe me even if I explain it."

"Mum! I'm telling you again and again. Since the time dad has brought this wretch home, nothing has ever been good for us!"

"As if everything was good before," Jack muttered.

"You don't want to know the heat of my palms, do you?" He glared at Jack. "Then, stay away from this."

"I would have made sure that you feel the heat of my palms. Just that the situation is not right."

Jason's lower lip twitched. He clenched his fist tightly, glaring at Jack. Without any warning, he punched Jack on his jaw. Jack yelped as the unexpected hit seized him in an eerie state.

"What do you think you guys are doing?"

"Stay away from us, intruder!"

Ermand turned his glance away from Jason and folded his hands.

When Jack recovered, he didn't bother to glance anywhere but Jason. He brought his hands in Jason's direction but some force pushed his hands against his motion.

"Stop it!" Mrs. Chisel lowered her hand. She stood behind Jack, her nose flaring with fury. Although she was unable to keep her emotions at bay.

"My sons are fighting with each other while their house is dismantled into broken wooden planks and boards!"

The boys lowered their heads.

"Be ashamed that both of you had grown all these years and didn't even proved your worthiness except for fighting and spending time in useless acts! Thanks to Ermand that at least we're saved..."

"What has happened?"

Mr. Chisel sprinted toward the Chisels. He noticed that their neighbours were watching him and his family standing in their yard.

"Helmuth..." Mrs. Chisel staggered toward her husband who caught her and rubbed her shoulders.

"The same thing hit our home," Jack explained when Mr. Chisel gawked at him.

But Mr. Chisel didn't show the slightest of disappointment, rather he ordered his children to take all their essential things from the ruined house.

Ermand followed Helmuth's orders and dragged his feet up and down among the scraps and debrises. He heard Jason wailing in front of numerous splintered glasses and differently-coloured

spilled fluids and solutions. Jack snickered and picked up some of his stuff.

Ermand sat on a strong wooden plank and picked up a small opal stone. His treasure. The only thing he ever wanted. It was a gift from Jack when he turned nine. It had an engraving - a piece of love from an incredible person, J.

The collection ended by the night. All of them collapsed on the grassy patches on the ground. They were all weary to take an inch of step forward.

"What will we do now? It's almost night. Where do we sleep now?" Jack asked his father in a weary tone. Each one of them were exhausted. But to their surprise, Wallace Chestnut arrived with his car in front of the bare yard. Mr. Chisel stood up abruptly and walked briskly toward the car.

"Greatman Wallace Chestnut, what brings you here?" Mr. Chisel asked, smiling.

People belonging to the high clan are addressed with Greatman or Greatlady before their name as a sign of respect.

The Chestnut stepped out of his car while the Chisels stood up.

"I just came to know that some houses around your neighborhood have been destroyed by that beam. You must move to the Uphill block now itself. My men will help you with this stuff," A comforting smile widened over his handsome face. He looks exactly like his son, Timothy.

He had the same blonde hair and baby blue eyes with his hair cut in the similar style of Timothy. The same posh clothes and etiquettes wouldn't prove wrong that he's the father of Timothy. Ermand had seen him on the first day at Agledon but only his figure.

"Don't bother with your men, sir. We'll take them. Your kindness is more than anything to us."

"Alright then, a goods carrier will be here any moment."

"Thank you a thousand times Mr. Chestnut. We don't know how to thank you and we'll make sure that you don't have to trouble yourself with the rent. We'll pay it in time," Mrs. Chisel dabbed all over her sweaty face with an unevenly stitched handkerchief.

"You're welcome Mrs. Chisel. I couldn't be happier than being able to do something good for others."

"Thanks Mr. Chestnut, you're a benevolent and generous man we've ever seen among the high groups," Ermand smiled through his eyes.

"Ermie, how did you know that our house will be demolished at that point of time?" Mrs. Chisel turned at him.

Ermand gulped.

Will they believe what I say?