Y03 – 702. Reasons To Kill

Y03 – 702. Reasons To Kill

“Then at least promise me that I’ll be able to see my family and say goodbye,” Adam asked, far too casually considering how close he felt to dying at the moment.

“Okay.”

Adam let out a sigh of relief. If he could at least see his family before he died, it was more than what the God of Chaos had offered before he was ripped apart from his second life and family. “Did they get my gifts?”

“Yes.”

“Oh? I didn’t expect you’d give them considering, you know...”

“You knew?”

“I recall last year that my own brother and best friends abandoned me to have fun in another world without me.” Adam turned his head away from the trio of Iyrmen who lay in their own basins.

“You must know what you must know,” the Chief stated, doing his best not to find reasons to kill the young man, no matter how much the young man wished for death.

“I really do appreciate that you let it slide for me.”

“Have you grown stronger?”

“Something like that...” Adam glanced aside, checking his statistics. “I can probably learn Fourth Gate spells soon, but that’s not really that important right now.”

‘Something more important than Fourth Gate spells?’ Iromin, who couldn’t cast any spells, knew the relevance of Fourth Gate spells, for there were many within the Iyr who could cast such great spells. Fourth Gate spells would put anyone on the map within the surrounding lands, thousands of miles in any direction from the Iyr. Adam knowing such spells would cause them so much trouble for certain, but there was something even more important, even more troublesome?

Jaygak remained silent, pretending as though she wasn’t listening to Adam’s words. Whenever she had asked him about his new ability, he had refused to answer, instead deflecting the conversation to how his children were now considered princes and princesses. It had felt good to remind him that it was only true while they remained in the other world, wiping that smug look off his face.

Jurot noted the look on Jaygak’s face, realising she was remember that from the other world. There were few people who could match the wicked tongue of Adam, Jaygak counted among them, considering how much trouble she used to cause. Of course, the trouble Jaygak caused was very different to the trouble Adam caused, with only Adam being considered for death.

‘You should remember he can still beat you,’ Kitool thought, hoping Jaygak wouldn’t take things too far. However, it was refreshing to see Adam put back into his place. He had grown too comfortable in the other world, the same world which was said to be extremely dangerous, and yet had been almost entirely trivial due to Adam’s peculiar magic.

“I have come to hear the tale from you,” Iromin said, leaving Adam’s ridiculous abilities for later. There was something about the way Adam was speaking that tickled the back of his head. He was certain the other world was dangerous even for the likes of Adam, but the young man had been too relaxed. ‘Is it because it was too stressful, or...’

“Man, do we have a tale for you!” Adam’s laughter echoed through the cave.

Something dark crept into the Chief’s heart. The world which the four had been sent to was considered extremely dangerous for the likes of Experts, those who gained a certain level of mastery with their abilities, being able to strike more swiftly, or being able to cast Third Gate spells. Even so, the four had returned, with relatively few wounds, and Adam was far too joyful. ‘Were they lucky enough not to come across a Night Lord?’

Iromin’s eyes caught Jurot’s eyes. The young Iyrman who was Adam’s brother, not by blood, but by rights of the Iyr, which were simple to Iyrmen but complex to outsiders. The eyes of the young Iyrmen stated that, that which entered the lexicon due to the appearance of this crazy young man.

“We killed a few barons, then we picked a baron to become a king. We...” Adam’s smile dropped. “We had to kill a lot of people, and well...” Adam tried to reach up to his amulet out of habit, but he still couldn’t move his arm through the water, and his amulet had been taken away by the Iyrmen. “Anyway, long story short, we killed a bunch of people, made some punk a king, and I became a duke.”

“...” Iromin blinked. “Such a tale is missing many details.”

“That’s just the outline, but it’s not like anything special happened.”

“We killed several Night Lords,” Jurot added.

“Oh, right. Yeah, we killed a Night Lord, a Night God?”

“A Night God?”

“The darkness thing.”

“The Encroaching Darkness?” Iromin asked.

“Yes.”Fôllôw new stories at novelhall.comin slowly nodded, keeping his face blank, something which he had learnt to do when he became one of the Great Elders of the Iyr.

“We killed the darkness, then another Night Lord, then we joined forces with another Night Lord and killed him, uh, her?” Adam looked to Jurot, trying to recall what the figure was exactly. “Them? Anyway, they ended up betraying us so we killed them too.”

“You killed three Night Lords?” Iromin asked.

“We killed three and forced away a fourth and fifth when they joined forced to try and attack us,” Adam informed. “That was really hard, since one of them could cast Counterspell, so my Fireballs didn’t work. Luckily, he could only do it three times, so I could still cast about four more, and by that time we had made a bunch of knights into Experts and I had made them some magical weapons too. Oh, right, I mentored a kid into being a guardian, and that was pretty fun.”

Iromin realised there was an even more pressing question to ask, something he had missed due to how ridiculous the tale was. “You played kingmaker?”

Adam winced. “I only did it to become a duke and because I got a really nice reward once I finished it.”

“We met Crowseer,” Jurot added.

“...” Mulrot remained frozen in shock. “How do you know?”

“Elder Zijin brought a pouch with their gifts.”

Mulrot wasn’t sure how Adam had managed to break the rules of the Iyr, but it was because of that, that which entered the lexicon due to the appearance of this boy who her daughter had vouched for, and had quickly become their grandson’s brother.

“Konarot, bring your babo to us,” Mulrot called, rubbing the girl’s cheek gently.

“Okay.” Konarot darted off to her babo to call for him.

The old man was currently nuzzling into his greatson’s leaf shaped ear, causing the boy to giggle and squeal. “Ah, little Kona, come here my greatdaughter!” He reached out with a hand to pull her in close. “Look at how much you have grown! How can you do this? You must stay small like Jirot and Jarot.”

“Nano,” the girl said, pointing back towards the older woman.

“Let me spoil you first!” Jarot leaned in to blow raspberries into the girl’s neck, before calling for Kirot and Karot to give them his affection too. “Oh how big you are becoming! When your father returns, he will not recognise you!”

“Daddy coming?” Konarot asked.

“Soon, soon, I am certain of it,” the old man replied. “Since it is your father, he will certainly return. It is the same as when I had faced against Seasword.”

“Dane?” Konarot asked, recalling the name.

“Have I already spoken of the tale?” Jarot asked.

“Yes,” Konarot replied, nodding her head, causing her silver hair to bounce.

“Did I tell you the tale of the manticores?”

“Yes.”

“Blood Hound?”

“Yes.”

“Flame Blade?”

“Yes.”

“The wyverns?”

“Yes.”

“The wraiths?”

“Yes.”

“Prince Raknar?

“Yes.”

“How many stories will you go through before you realised you have told them all?” Mulrot asked. “Come here quickly so we may tell you the news.”

“Do you see how your nano misses me?” Jarot asked.

“Yes.”

Jarot chuckled, causing Jirot to cackle too, before he carried the twins to their nano, shuffling with his wooden leg, before sitting opposite his wife and daughter. “What was so important that I could not dote on my greatchildren?”

“Your grandsons have returned.”

Jarot did not reply for some time. ‘They have returned?’ He looked between his wife and daughter, before his lips began to form the widest of smiles. “Of course they have!” He began to roar with laughter, since the rule could only be broken by that young punk.

His laughter caused the other children about to also laugh, from Adam’s children, to his sister, to even the nearby children of the extended family.

“He should be at least that wild as my grandson!”

This year is dubbed "The Fast and the Furious" though it is neither fast nor furious, but there is a lot of F.

How is it that this chapter is already called Reasons to Kill? It's only been two chapters!

Luckily, I have been inspired to write so much more recently, and really crave writing the story! Some of these chapters are longer than typical too which is unfortunate for the chapter count but at least you all get more!