The Legend of Superman

In the dining room on the first floor of the villa.

Erik's extraordinary family, along with Caesar and Apocalypse as guests, had gathered around the solid wood dining table, filling it completely.

"You all eat first. I'll keep making a few more dishes." Guests rarely came here, so Erik's wife, Mrs. Nina, enthusiastically displayed her culinary skills in the kitchen.

Yet seated in their respective places before the steaming dishes, the two little girls, Wanda and Lorna, held their knives and forks while their feet swung back and forth above the floor. Neither had started eating. Instead, they stared straight at Caesar and Apocalypse as if they were creepy old men who lured children away.

In more than ten years, this was the first time anyone had come to visit. Naturally, they were curious about the two men's backgrounds.

Caesar and Apocalypse, on the other hand, acted quite naturally. Without the slightest bit of politeness, they began enjoying the food on the table as though this were their own home.

Erik held his fourth child, little Anna, and tied a bib around her neck. Quicksilver, seated nearby, said nothing. He kept his head lowered throughout, nearly burying his face in his plate as he ate slowly at an ordinary person's pace.

"Something's off." Wanda narrowed her eyes into crescents and suddenly spoke in a crisp voice.

"It really is off." Lorna nodded. Together with Wanda, she turned her gaze toward Quicksilver. "Big brother, why are you eating so slowly this time?"

Cough, cough! Quicksilver nearly choked on his food. After coughing violently, he glanced at Caesar and Apocalypse before saying matter-of-factly, "Don't I normally eat like this?"

"Really?" The suspicion on Wanda and Lorna's faces deepened. Normally, Quicksilver finished a meal in less than half a second.

Quicksilver smiled bitterly