432. Babies

432. Babies

Omen: 7, 7

“You two really have gotten much better,” Adam said, feigning to wipe his brow. He had finished playing sockball with the children, and Taygak stood tall and proud at winning, while Saygak was smirking, having done quite well for himself. Adam’s feet still throbbed and ached, having not yet recovered from the almost two months of nearly daily travel.

“I will play too,” Jaygak said, having returned back to the estate, and Adam sat down against the wall, watching them play, before noting Mara was assisting the Gak family in cooking.

“Oof,” Katool said, sitting down beside him. “I am so tired, Cousin Adam.”

Adam smiled, reaching down to brush her little bob. “You have worked so hard, Cousin Katool.”

“Yes,” the girl said, sitting up straighter, before leaning back against the wall. “I have one more sister now.”

“Jitool?”

Katool’s bob bounced as she nodded her head. “She is so small.”

“That’s right. Just like Lanarot when she was small, right?”

“Babies are all so small,” Katool said. “Why?”

“They are small because they are young.”

Katool nodded her head. “Why?”

“They say it was because Humans evolved to have children out of eggs for one reason or another, but I assume it’s because of magic in this world,” Adam said, smiling at the girl.

Katool nodded her head, though she did not understand most of what Adam had said. “Cousin Adam.”

“Yes?”

“I am not Human, I am Iyrman.”

“That’s right.” Adam smiled.

Katool watched as her sister returned, before she quickly hoisted herself up with a grunt, before rushing to Kitool.

He watched as Jaygak bullied Raygak, specifically aiming to beat only him, causing the boy to rush up to her to wrestle, though his sister easily dealt with him. The sight was quickly overtaken by Lanarot approaching Adam, sitting down beside him, before showing up her block.

“Look,” the girl said.

“Wow,” Adam said, brushing her hair.

Lanarot smiled, and returned to playing with her block, lifting it up, and turning it around, touching all across the patterns which were engraved lightly into the block.

“Where is papa?” Adam asked.

“Papa,” the girl said, looking up at Adam.

“Where is papa Jurot?”

Lanarot looked around, before getting up to explore, checking under the table and stools, and even behind the Iyrmen. She lifted up a blanket to the side, and entered it, calling for her brother.

Meanwhile, Jurot approached the Elder, who was sitting at his desk, double checking the papers for the morning.

“Jurot,” Zijin said, glancing up at the boy, waiting expectantly.

“I wish for my right as an Expert,” Jurot said.

“The Iyr is changing, Adam.”

Adam sat up straighter, having not expected Zijin to have stated such a thing so obviously to him.

“Only we Elders and Great Elders know what is happening,” Zijin said.

“Still. After what happened, I wanted to spend more time with Lanarot. My plan was to enchant only when I was really lucky, and then spend the rest of my time with my little chubby babby sister.”

“I must admit that your affection for Lanarot warms my heart. However, I ask of this as an Elder of the Iyr. I will also guarantee that for the entirety of the Twilight Month, no one will bother you when you are to play with your sister, and your cousins.”

Adam still hadn’t been sure, but when Zijin had used the lower case cousin, he sighed, bowing his head. “Alright.”

“Do you truly wish to become stronger?”

Adam raised his brow. “Yes?”

“Even if it means you must miss Lanarot’s second birthday?” Zijin asked.

“That depends on how strong I can become,” Adam said.

“That is up to whether you are able to grasp the strength for yourself.”

“What are you trying to say?”

“If there was a way for you to grow stronger, would you accept it, even if it was to mean you may not be able to see your sister for her second birthday?”

Adam remained quiet, thinking back to the old man they had come across. Adam bowed his head and thought deeply. ‘I can’t Level Up too quickly though, otherwise...’ He winced, thinking about how Lucy had died without him being able to do anything. “Yeah.”

“Would you also extend that to Jurot, Jaygak, and Kitool?”

“Well, sure?”

Zijin remained silent for a while, wondering if he could do it. It would be difficult, especially since the Great Elders would be torn about the matter, though Zijin could also mention a few things he had begun to build up with Adam.

“Elder?” Adam asked, after an uncomfortably long silence.

“We will speak again soon, Adam.”

Adam blinked. “Sure?”

“Please enchant each item with only the first portion of the enchantment, regardless of how well or poorly you do, as before.”

“I still need to make myself a Greater Enhanced weapon since mine was taken, but...” Adam remained quiet for some time, thinking about what Zijin was trying to tell him. “Sure, I’ll make those enchantments. I don’t really need to make any for myself other than my new weapon.”

Zijin noted that Adam had picked up on what he was saying, and bowed his head. “Thank you, Adam.”

“Thanks for the talk, Elder Zijin,” Adam said, before taking another date and finishing the rest of his drink. He was about to turn, when the thought came to him. “Elder Zijin?”

“Yes?”

“I have some new Cousins now,” Adam said. “There are also the Goblins who were brought to the Iyr...” Adam stared into the Elder’s eyes.

“Your Cousins will be raised well within the Iyr, and the babies will be vouched for by yourself and Jurot,” Zijin said.

“Thank you.”

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Thus begins the slice of life arc! Definitely no drama or anything :)