The clanking of forks and knives made up the sounds of the evening meal as the family dined within the hall of the Hellsing estate. Occasionally a servant would pop in, silent and invisible, to refill a glass of wine or discreetly remove any dirty dishes. The young boy Arthur sat at the table between his parents, feet wagging beneath the white tablecloth, suspended above the ground.
Keeping one ear on his parent’s discussion the lad quietly removed a peapod from his plate, cupping it in his hand and hiding it beside his leg. He then dropped it to the floor, its position concealed beneath the edge of the cloth hanging off the side of the table. Arthur then began to once again shovel the unwanted food along his dinner plate with a fork, pausing briefly to take a bite of steak. He waited for it to come over and snatch up the unwanted food he had dropped, but the creature wouldn’t stir.
The boy dropped another piece, this time a stem of broccoli. With no luck the broccoli was t