143. Queen of Jokes

143. Queen of Jokes

Entalia remained glaring at the Half Elf, still upset by his words.

Adam, unbothered by her glare, rolled his eyes. “Anyway, when were you a Queen?”

Entalia grinned wide. “So now you finally understand how amazing I am? I have been the Queen of Drakkenlen for over a century. They call me Queen Silvari, the Silver Nightmare.”

“Silver Nightmare?” Adam asked.

“I had to crush quite a few rebellions in order to become the Queen, after my father died before me,” she said, frowning. “It was quite the time.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Adam replied, wondering if he should ask about her father. ‘No, that’s awkward.’

“Do you now understand how amazing I am?” the woman asked, trying to change the awkward conversation.

“I understand.”

“Good,” she said. “Though don’t think I have forgotten how you called me a lizard girl.”

“Don’t think I have forgotten you called me a half blood,” Adam replied, his eyes replying with a knowing glare. “Don’t try to use that as an excuse for trying to scam me.”

Entalia frowned. ‘He caught on too quick.’

“I don’t care that you’re a Queen,” Adam admitted. “If you won’t act like a decent person, then I won’t treat you like a decent person.”

‘A decent person? Me?’ Entalia thought. ‘Perhaps he didn’t hear about what happened during the rebellions?’

“Do you think that after hearing that you’re a Queen that I’ll treat you any better?” Adam asked. “Muh queen of da norf?” Adam raised his brow.

‘Queen of da norf?’ Entalia thought, feeling her brow pulse. “Are you trying to poke fun at me.”

Adam scoffed. “The person I treat the best is this little girl who keeps shitting her pants.” Adam reached over and brushed Lanarot’s hair, causing her to squirm slightly, before she hid her head into her mother’s chest. “I don’t care about your status one bit, and I won’t be impressed by it. Unless, of course, you’re an Iyrman,” Adam said, noting the gazes of the Chief and other Great Elders.

‘He’s talking about how he is impressed by us, but...’ The Great Elders exchanged a quick glance between one another. ‘Is it really true he has lived multiple lives?’

“You!” Entalia growled. “How could you say something like that?”

“I don’t care about Queen Silvari one bit!” Adam declared. “Though, my friend Entalia, I care much more about her.” He smiled.

“I’m still mad,” the Dragon replied, storming forward.

“You’re free to be mad,” Adam replied, chuckling. “I won’t forgive you for calling me a half blood since you’re not going to forgive me for taking a shot back.”

“So kunjas!” Entalia grumbled. “Bring that stupid little sister of yours and I’ll show her my maginificent mighty form!”

Adam’s brow twitched.

Sonarot looked down to Adam, and then noted the look in Jurot’s eyes too. ‘Oh dear.’

With the weapons picked up and at Adam’s side, they finally arrived at the field.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would think that little girl was your future wife,” Entalia said.

“She’s my adorable little sister,” Adam repeated. “If you want to be the best brother in the world, then I need to do at least this little.” Adam continued to pinch her cheeks gently, making them red. “Isn’t that right my cute little Lanarot? I’ll definitely be your favourite brother, right?”

‘Favourite brother?’ Jurot thought, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Entalia, seeing that Lanarot was looking her way, began to shift into her Dragon form. She was large and beautiful, as once might expect, with thousands upon thousands of scales all along her body, some the size of Lanarot’s thumb, and some the size of her head. The light of the Iyr caused her scales to shimmer.

Lanarot stared at the dragon, noting that the woman had turned purely silver, with so many spiky bits littered all about her, and that she was no longer a beautiful woman with pointy ears, but a large, beastly creature, with a giant maw.

The baby twitched, staring at the Dragon as she transformed, before her lips trembled and her eyes narrowed as she began to cry.

Adam, who was smiling while showing his sister something amazing, frowned. “Oh, right. You are a little scary looking.”

Lanarot continued to cry in Adam’s chest as he tried to pat her back, until he handed her over to her mother, who had enjoyed the sight of the Dragon transforming.

“I think you’re very beautiful like this, but that is probably because of my taste,” Adam said, clearing his throat.

“What good taste you have too,” Entalia replied, before quickly switching back to her Elvish form. “Well, now that I’ve shown her my form and our deals have been made, I’ll be going now.”

“So soon?”

“I’ll be back before the Twilight Month,” she said, waving her hand. She was too embarrassed to remain here, after being brought so low because of a baby.

She had come to the Iyr to have some fun, but instead, she had been bullied by a Half Elf who was so young, he wasn’t even a hundred years old! She had also been bullied by a little baby, and had lost so many items to the Half Elf. ‘At least I’ll have three magical weapons...’

“Then, I’ll be seeing you,” Adam said. “Lanarot, say goodbye to Entalia.”

Lanarot had only just stopped crying, holding onto her mother’s chest.

“I don’t need to go say goodbye to her,” Entalia said.

“Hmm?” Adam said, placing a hand on Entalia’s shoulder. “You aren’t going to leave without saying goodbye to my little sister, right?”

Entalia could feel an unknown pressure coming from Adam as he smiled towards her, slowly squeezing her shoulder.

“Right?”

‘I thought we were friends?’ Entalia thought, crying in her soul.

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Jurot trying to be a good big brother, but failing. He's got the spirit.

Adam, a level 4 baby boy, bullying a Dragon who could one shot him.

He's playing with fire, uh, ice, but she did call his sister stupid, so she deserves it.