465. Days Of Nightval VI

465. Days Of Nightval VI

Omen: 2, 9

‘Two days in a row?’ Adam thought, wondering how his Omens were so poor.

Adam went to enchant his Greater weapon that day, deciding against taking a break so soon after his previous break. When he returned back to the shared family estate he found Nobby and Brittany were settled between the Iyrmen, with Raool speaking of his family’s tales. He glanced around, noting that his triplets weren’t around, but he didn’t dwell on the thoughts.

“Are you two having fun?” Adam asked, pouring them each a drink.

“Yes,” Nobby replied.

“Yes...” Brittany replied, looking down at the cup.

“What are you thinking?” Adam asked, taking a sip of his own fruit wine.Finnd new chapters at novelhall.com weak.”

“Yeah.”

Brittany frowned. The words were blunt, but they were true. “I wanted you to train me so I could be free, but...”

“You can’t be free when you’re weak,” Adam said, sighing. “Even if you are strong, there’s a limit to the freedom you can achieve.”

“I wanted to be able to explore distant lands,” Brittany admitted. “Not just South Aldland or Central Aldland, but further beyond. North Aldland, East Aldland, West Aldland, Aswadia.”

“Well, Aswadia, or Aswadasad?” Adam furrowed his brows. “Either way, it’s at war, so you probably shouldn’t explore that place just yet.”

“I always thought being an Expert would allow me to travel around, but...”

“Yeah.” Adam bowed his head. “You’re still young. For now, work under me, and once you become an Expert, you can figure it out.”

Brittany could already feel it. She had grown stronger, stronger than even the image of herself in her daydreams. Yet, even if she grew into an Expert, the amount of monsters in this land, those who were Human or otherwise, were more than she would have ever expected.

“I always thought Iyrmen were the strongest,” she said, recalling what that old monster had done before he had fought Adam and the other Experts. “Mithril Ranks can live a life of freedom, I thought, but even two of them together aren’t enough.”

“That’s true enough. Two Mithril Rank Iyrmen, or seven Bronze Rank Iyrmen, can’t go around fighting the greatest threats in the world. Though, what about seven Gold Rank Iyrmen? Is there a singular threat in this world they couldn’t face? No, nevermind Gold Rank Iyrmen, what about Paragons? Seven Paragons together could no doubt come together to face against any singular foe.”

“Really?”

“Seven wolves could probably kill a tiger,” Adam said. “Seven tigers could probably kill a...” Adam paused to think. “No. Probably not a Dragon, I suppose.”

Brittany frowned further. “So if I want freedom, I need to have an army?”

“Something like that.”

Brittany sighed, sipping more of her drink.

“Is it freedom you want, or do you want to explore?” Adam asked. “If it’s freedom, then you’ll need to become a Paragon and make your own unit of warriors. If it’s exploration, adventure, then you don’t have to worry. Just stick with me and you’ll have plenty of exploration and adventure. I plan on exploring the world too, and it’s not like I’m going to go and do that alone.”

Brittany sighed again, sinking into her thoughts. She learnt that life was full of compromise. Even though she was stronger than before, she felt more restricted by the knowledge she had gained.

“How’s my number one enforcer?” Adam joked. “Have you been helping with moving lumber, and all that, about?”

“Yes.”

Adam nodded his head. “Do you have anything in mind?”

“No.”

“You sure? No worries you want to mention? Dreams you want to chat about?” Adam sipped more of his fruit wine, before pouring them some more.

“Yes.”

“Lanababy,” Adam called, rubbing her head. “Who do you like more? Papa or papa?” Adam asked.

“Papa,” Lanarot said, taking a bite of her bread, smiling up at Adam.

“You see? She likes me more?”

“Lanarot, come,” Jurot said, holding out his arms.

Lanarot looked up at Jurot, staring at his arms. She was still eating her bread, and was thinking. If she went to her papa, then wouldn’t he hug her until she felt sleepy? However, she was currently eating bread, and if she was sleepy, wouldn’t that mean there would be less bread to eat?

Adam smiled at Jurot as Lanarot shook, violently devouring her bread. “You see? She loves her papa the most.” Adam picked her up and kissed her cheek noisily, teasing Jurot, only for Lanarot to cough, having finished her bread, before reaching out with her arms, calling for her papa.

Jurot accepted her into his arms, and hugged her close, before the girl fell limp, almost falling asleep immediately in her older brother’s arms. Adam crossed his arms, sniffling lightly, his face entirely red.

‘Bell, how much is it for Jurot’s hugging skill?’

[100 000 XP]

‘...’

Adam sniffled again. ‘So I have to beat up Morkarai fifty times?’

[Yes.]

‘Et tu, Bell?’

[Yes.]

‘Now that I think about it, it’s been a while since I last spoke with you.’

[Yes.]

‘Sorry.’

[Yes.]

‘Who are you, Nobby?’

[No.]

Adam sighed, still sniffling, before he felt a set of familiar arms wrap around him. He reached back and tickled Konarot’s hair. “What great children I have, they come to daddy when he’s being bullied.”

Konarot snorted, narrowing her eyes at her uncle Jurot, but she embraced her father tighter, threatening to choke him. Brittany and Nobby stared at the Half Dragon children, who had climbed onto their father, and were cuddling him close. To them, it was no longer a surprise, considering that he was Adam.

Jarot sat down beside Adam, his hand clutching at his knee. He had returned with the triplets only moments ago, and decided to sit beside Adam. He inhaled deeply and shut his eyes, almost meditating.

Adam raised his brows at the old man, wondering what he was doing. He hadn’t seen Jarot like this before. Sonarot placed down a bowl and some flat bread for Jarot, and Karot hugged onto the old man’s arm, pressing his head against his greatfather’s shoulders.

‘He must have had fun with his greatfather,’ Adam thought.

Jurot could see the way his grandfather was calming down, wondering what had happened. He looked to his mother, who returned his look with a smile, and he nodded his head slowly.

As a member of the Rot family, Jurot knew that his grandfather had almost split someone’s skull apart.

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