144. Sonarot’s Jokes

144. Sonarot’s Jokes

Watching the Dragon leave, rushing away in her Elvish form towards the Front Iyr, Adam couldn’t help but feel satisfied.

“Sorry, Lanarot, I didn’t realise she’d scare you,” Adam said, brushing a hand through the back of her hair, which was so thin and whispy.

Lanarot had calmed down a while ago, sucking on her thumb as she rested on her mother’s shoulder, cuddled up close.

“I should probably get to enchanting,” Adam said, rubbing his chin.

“You should be careful with that one,” Chief Peace said. “You should not give out your secrets so easily.”

“I trust her enough, in the same way that I trust you all too.”

Elder Peace stared at the young man for a long while. “Is it true that you have lived multiple lives?”

“Yes,” Adam replied, simply. “The Chief and Aunt know about it, and so does Jurot.” He decided not to mention Lucy, just in case. “Entalia was someone I met in my previous life, and she and I were quite close.”

“How close?”

Adam rubbed his chin. “We almost died together multiple times.”

“That close.” Elder Peace understood just how close they were previously. “She is not the same Entalia that you knew before, however.”

“This Iyr isn’t the same as the Iyr I knew before,” Adam said, looking to Sonarot and Lanarot. “I don’t mind, though.”

Elder Peace wasn’t able to respond to his words. ‘Was the Iyr different?’ She wondered how it could be so different. ‘Was it the Iyr if it was so different?’

“Is it fine if I use the shrines to enchant Entalia’s weapons?”

“We’ve already made our deal, Adam,” Elder Gold replied. “You are free to use the shrines until the end of the year. Since Entalia is someone you trust, we can’t refuse, but she is someone who could become our enemy.”

“I hope she doesn’t become our enemy,” Adam said, rubbing the side of his neck. “It’ll be nice if you guys get along. Is she the Queen of the kingdom immediately to our north?”

“Yes,” Elder Peace replied. “There had been a war when she had first taken power, but that was over a century ago.”

“She somehow managed to survive against the kingdom and its soldiers, bolstered by the force of the Iyrmen?”

“You should not underestimate the northern kingdom. They are not quite as weak as you may think. They are hardened warriors, able to survive between Aldland and the Giants.”

“Good point,” Adam replied.

Entalia and Drakkenlen probably had something which allowed them to survive against hostile forced to their north and south, and considering that she had also stolen a sword from Prince Aksak, she must have been confident in her country’s ability to survive.

“Right, well... I’m going to go and enchant today, thank you for giving me permission.” Adam bowed his head and excused himself.

The group finally returned back to their house.

“Lanarot, aren’t you so lucky to see a Dragon transform,” Sonarot said, gently swaying the girl in her arms, who yawned.

“Are you sleepy, little Lanarot?” Adam asked, brushing her hair. “I’d nap with you too, but I have work to do.”

Jurot remained sitting, still annoyed by Entalia’s comments. He wasn’t entirely sure how to behave with a child yet, someone who didn’t understand him, and then there was Adam who held such a different view about children than himself.

‘How difficult.’

Adam grabbed the gems he needed, before heading out to enchant at the shrine.

He began enchanting the Rubicule shortsword, placing down the seven gems in their respective places, before expending his Mana.

“Lanarot is not an axe,” Jurot said. “She is my sister.”

“Which is all the more tragic for an Iyrman to not know how to admire an axe made of Iyrsteel and Iyr Ivory,” Adam said, frowning.

Jurot stared up at Adam, the back of his mind tingling. Slowly, he was beginning to understand.

“I’m telling you this because one day you will regret that you are missing Lanarot’s achievements,” Adam said.

Jurot nodded his head slowly. There were some things Adam said which didn’t make sense, and other things which did. This made sense and did not make sense.

‘I need to figure out how to get Jurot to bond with Lanarot,’ Adam thought.

‘Is that why my heart pains me?’ Jurot thought. ‘I am not appreciating my sister enough?’

Sonarot smiled down at Adam and reached over and brushed his hair. “You love Lanarot so much, almost as much as me.”

“I can’t love her more than you since you’re her mother,” Adam replied, simply.

“Sometimes it feels like you do.”

“Well, I don’t think so,” Adam replied. “I’m not the one who feeds her daily or changes her nappies.”

“Nappies?”

“You know, the cloth around her waist when she soils herself,” Adam said. “You don’t call it diapers, do you?”

“Clothy,” Sonarot said.

“Right, that.”

“Even so, you have done so much for her. You are so eagerly watching over her. I am uncertain there is a brother in this Iyr that loves their little sister as much as you.”

“That’s because that’s my goal,” Adam said. “I will definitely be the best brother in the world. No. The Best Brother In The World.” Adam nodded his head.

Sonarot smiled, hearing the difference in how he stated it. “It seems like you are in love with her.”

“I’m not in love with her, I just love my little sister a lot.”

“You don’t plan to marry her when she grows up?”

Adam pulled back, blinking rapidly. “What?”

Sonarot smiled. “You may not be blood related, but I view you as her brother. You cannot marry her, do you understand?”

Adam’s face contorted. “I know that. I don’t want to marry her. She’s my little sister. I am going to marry a beautiful Demon woman who I have saved.” He smiled wide.

“Not Entalia?” Sonarot half teased.

Adam narrowed his eyes at her. “Aunt, you sure know how to joke.”

“Is it a joke?”

Adam noted the smile on her face, and retreated away from her.

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