638. The Tale IV

638. The Tale IV

“My Jurot...” Sonarot whispered, almost in shock. She looked to Adam and then back to her son, reaching over to brush her boy’s hair. Jurot had his arms crossed, and though he sat up tall, he bowed his head lightly so his mother could brush his hair easier. He held Lanarot tight within his arm while the girl hugged him, looking up towards him through the strands of her hair.

Katool was also looking up at her sister, having not realised she was so strong. She looked around, her mouth forming a tiny circle in shock, glancing towards the other children, before looking back up at her mother. Citool wasn’t sure she had heard correctly either, that Kitool had almost beaten Jurot without her Tigerstaff.

“It was my most difficult fight,” Jurot confirmed, sipping his milk. Even with Phantom in hand, he wasn’t sure if he could beat Kitool again. If she had Tigerstaff, he still may not be able to defeat her, considering how swift she was to act.

Jogak continued to rub Jaygak’s shoulder gently. Even though she had dropped out, he was pretty sure she would have placed well. “You did well, Jaygak.”

Jaygak decided against even joking about it, instead sipping some fruit wine. It was worse for her that her own her father tried to cheer her up. She looked to Adam, who was feeding Karot from his hand, the boy shyly eating from his father’s fingers. Even though he had chosen to come third, the Half Elf didn’t seem to care one bit.

“Speaking of which, the teens did pretty good too,” Adam said. “They claimed all the top spots.” Adam reached over and pat Nobby against his back. “What a bunch of scary monsters you’ve all become.”

“Strong!” Taygak confirmed, hugging her brother who had placed so well. “Taygak, win.”

“You will have to,” Laygak confirmed, hugging his sister back. “You have to get revenge for me.”

“Okay.”

“I will fight well too,” Raygak said. “Sister, I will win for you.”

“Do whatever you want, Raygak,” Jaygak said, reaching over to pinch his cheek. “If you want to win, or if you want to stay at home.”

“I will win,” the boy stated.

“I will win too!” Katool stated.T/his chapter is updated by nov(ê(l)biin.co/m

Damokan and Kalokan both remained silent, cuddled up beside their sibling, who had placed high in the tournament.

“You think Bavin’s showing off too?” Adam asked.

“Bovin will be happy,” Jurot replied, simply.

“I kept my end of the promise, so he’d better be happy,” Adam said, daring to speak of the previous Great Elder.

“Papa, stwong,” Lanarot said, patting Adam’s leg gently. She gave him a thumbs up and nodded at him, her hair gently bouncing. “Okay?”

“Okay...” Adam smiled, reaching down to ruffle her hair gently, causing it to cover her eyes.

The others continued to speak the tale, with Jurot speaking of what happened in the other world with greater details. He held Lanarot on his lap, the girl laying against him as she sucked on her thumb, staring up at her older brother with narrowed eyes.

However, it was Nirot who would state what happened during the fight with Umbra. She revealed the great loss they had faced, and the fact they had almost died. She also revealed what she had seen, half conscious as she was.

“River Hill,” Jurot corrected.

“I knew it was one of the two,” Adam replied, sighing. “It’s nonmagical right now, but I’ll see if I can’t have a conversation with the Enchanter in the future.” Adam winked at the young man. “It’s a little big right now, sure, but you’ll grow into it. Even if it won’t protect you, it will look cool, don’t you think?”

“Thank you,” Asorot said, hugging the scale armour, which was way too big and heavy for him at the moment. “It is cool.”

“Of course it is! Only the coolest gifts for my Cousin, of course.” Adam eyed up the rest of the kids. “Of course, I’ll get you all the coolest gifts too.”

Umbra stared at Adam from nearby. At first she thought he was a fool of a father, but he was more than just that. He was wholly a fool and wholly a father.

Amira exchanged a glance with Dunes, wondering just how much Adam adored his Cousins. She had heard him mention them a few times, but when the Half Elf was among them, he couldn’t help but dote on them.

“I bought some more gifts for everyone,” Adam stated. “Unfortunately, I had to leave quite a bit of it behind at the guild bank, so I won’t be able to see all these cute little brats wearing cute clothes, but maybe in the future.”

Adam lifted Konarot up, blowing raspberries against her stomach, causing her to giggle and cry out, before peppering her with more kisses. He settled the girl on his shoulders and did the same to Kirot and Karot, though settled them on his thighs. “Sorry for spending so much time away. Daddy will try not to leave for so long next time...”

Konarot rested her head on top of her father’s, purring quietly. She held onto his head with her tiny hands, her fingers clutching at his head, as though she wouldn’t let him go. Kirot pat Adam’s chest gently, before resting her head against it, while Karot snuggled against his bicep, staring up at his father.

“No!” Jirot declared, pointing up at him, yawning lightly.

“Jurot, look at how smart my daughter is,” Adam said. “Jirot, what’s the opposite of yes?”

“No!” The girl cackled.

“Will you refuse your father?”

“No!”

“See? She’s a genius.”

Jurot looked down at the Goblin girl who continued to cackle wildly, clasping her hands together diabolically. “Jirot, is your name Adam?”

Jirot looked up at Jurot, before she grabbed her nana and climbed on top of her, hiding her face into the woman’s bosom. “No.”

“Your daughter is a genius,” Jurot confirmed.

Adam smiled wide, gently rubbing his younger triplet’s sides. “Of course, all my children are so cute and smart.” He looked to the little Jarot, the tiny boy staring up at his father suspiciously, before hiding beside his twin sister. Adam smiled even wider. ‘How adorable!’

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