663. Enchanting II

663. Enchanting II

Adam spent the next two weeks enchanting the greatswords for Rose, enchanting them with a Basic Enhanced enchantment, with the ability to expend a charge once per day to smite a foe with holy energy. It was nothing compared to Wraith, but more than enough for Experts to wield.

‘How good would these weapons be anyhow?’ Adam thought. ‘I guess they’d be better than most magical weapons since the average one would be just a Basic blade, but in terms of Basic Enhanced weapons, where would they rank?’

Adam spent the first six days enchanting, and the seventh day with his family and friends. He would typically play with the children in the morning every day, but he spent the seventh day watching over the children for the rest of the day too. He fed them, he changed them, and he read them the tales of the Iyrmen, their own family’s great stories typically.

“Gurot, what’s wrong?” Adam asked, the boy whimpering as his lips trembled. He picked the boy up and placed the boy on his lap. “You-,” Adam said, before feeling why the boy was whimpering. “You could have warned me, Gurot.”

“Poopoo,” the boy said, pouting up at his Cousin.

“This betrayal, Gurot. I will never forget it.”

“Poopoo,” the boy repeated, sniffling.

Adam finally picked him up to take him away to change him, and upon his arrival, he saw the look on Jirot’s face. The girl had that look on her face, the smirk, the defiant, playful look in her eyes.

“No,” Adam whispered. “Not like this.”

Adam took his children to the extended family estate during the afternoons, with Jarot’s eyes lighting up as he saw his five greatchildren.

“Did you miss your greatfather?” Jarot asked, embracing each of his five greatchildren, before giving them all of his affection. Jarot picked up Little Jarot, and rubbed his cheek against his greatson’s cheek. “Have you been behaving well, my little Jarot? Is your father treating you well? Do you wish to stay with your babo?”

“Babo,” the boy replied, allowing the older Jarot to continue to embrace him with all his affection.

“Yes, that is right, my boy.” Jarot embraced him tighter. “I will tell you the tale of how I took the arm of a Vice Commander. It was earlier this year, and I thought of you when I did so.”

Little Jarot flushed slightly with embarrassment from all the attention and then rested his head against the older man’s chest. The older Jarot hummed with joy as he held the boy, before he speak the tale, rubbing the little boy’s back.

Adam motioned with his hand for his children to sit down and listen to their greatfather, though Jirot stormed up to the old man’s side so that she would be beside her brother. Adam decided to let his children spend time with their greatfather, while spending his own time with the extended family estate.

“Lucy?” Adam called, blinking towards the Demon in the corner, who lay in the corner. “What are you doing here?”

“Training,” the Demon replied, staring up towards the sky.

“Training?”

“Mm.”

Seeing as how she was replying stiltedly, Adam decided against asking more from the Demon. He glanced around, noting the distinct lack of some of the other older Iyrmen, save for Mulrot and Zirot, who were completing their duties at the extended family estate. They mostly watched over the children.

‘There’s a bunch of new kids here too,’ Adam thought, glancing between the really young children, some of whom were fawned over by the Family Elder, Mulrot. ‘Can she stop me from giving them magical items?’ Adam thought, but he shook his head gently, decided against thinking too deeply about the matter.

“Dimo?” Jirot asked, looking at the red skinned woman in the corner she was familiar with.

“Demon Lord.”

“Woad?”

“That’s right, I’m the Demon Lord,” Lucy said.

‘Dimo Woad,’ Jirot thought. She had heard the name previously through the various stories of the Iyrmen. She blinked at Lucy and raised her hand, forming a thumbs up. “Okay.” She walked off towards her father, with Little Jarot following after her, who looked back to Lucy for a moment, before rushing over to his father.

“Daddy!”

“Did you poopoo?” Adam asked, picking her up, his eyes accusatory.

Jirot forgot what she wanted to say and just smiled cheekily. “Noooooo.”

Adam sighed. “You’re lucky you’re so cute.” Adam planted a firm kiss on her cheek. “Jarot, did you poopoo too?”

Little Jarot shook his head.

“I was talking to-,” Adam cleared his throat, understanding it was still too soon for that kind of joke. “Okay.”

“Okay,” Little Jarot replied, though he reached up with his arms to be picked up too.

“You have to tell Adam that your brother Jurot is your favourite, okay?”

“Okay.”

Upon Adam’s return, he was assaulted by his triplets, as well as his sister. “Do you think you can defeat me?” Adam asked, feeling them hug at his legs.

“Yes,” Lanarot stated, defiantly.

“Okay.”

“Okay,” Lanarot confirmed. “Papa!”

“Yes?”

“Bwead?”

“You want some bread?”

“Yes. Favewit.”

“Do you love bread more than papa?”

“Yes.”

“...” Adam blinked.

“...” Lucy blinked. ‘That works too.’

“Do you see how she bullies me?” Adam asked, before picking the girl up to kiss her face all over. “No bread for you, you smelly girl.”

Lanarot giggled and squirmed. “Bwead.” She continued to try and dodge her brother’s kisses, but he pulled her head to his chest so she couldn’t bob and weave, and she finally gave up.

“Fine, fine, I’ll get you some bread,” Adam assured, placing the girl down.

“Thank you.”

“What good manners you have!” Adam picked her up again to kiss her once more. Lanarot huffed, but allowed it, since he was going to bring her bread.

“Jarot,” the older Jarot called, causing the boy to look his way. The old man had a platter of vegetables that had been cut up. “Jarot, Jirot, come. I will feed you.” The children charged up towards their babo, and allowed him to feed them. “I am feeding you, but you must stay small and cute.”

Jirot bit into the vegetable, before allowing Little Jarot to do the same, while the older Jarot finished the vegetable. It was mostly made of water, and had only a slight flavour to it, like a cucumber. The water dripped down the sides of their faces, though their greatfather dabbed their mouths clean.

“Why is it always food?” Lucy whispered.

“We slaughter for food, we eat for slaughter,” a familiar voice said, carrying large sacks over his shoulders.

“I forget that you’re scary too,” Lucy admitted, throwing a look towards Jurot.

“We Iyrmen never forget.”

“So I’m told.” Lucy eyed Jurot up, wondering if she should steal Jurot from Adam, and then his children via the Iyrman. Then she thought about the baker, and she glanced aside, defeated before she could even try to make a play.

“Working hard, I see,” Adam said, handing Lanarot a piece of flat bread, before going to help his brother with the sacks. He huffed as he took one of the sacks, which he could barely hold within his arms, while Jurot seemed perfectly fine. ‘Sometimes I forget you’re scary, Jurot.’

“We Iyrmen never forget,” Jurot said.

“I didn’t even say it.”

Jurot’s eyes remained staring at Adam’s, before they looked down towards the triplets who had been followed their father. “Okay?”

“Okay,” Konarot replied.

Jurot nodded.

She's a little confused but she's got the spirit!

I'll be posting up double chapters until the next arc to speed up the wholesomeness.