Y03 – 703. The Future

Y03 – 703. The Future

As the children enjoyed their time with their family, the Chief continued to interrogate their father.

“I’m not sure why it had to me, but if I had to take a guess, I guess it’s because a similar thing happened to me?” Adam replied, staring at the Chief. ‘Did I tell Jaygak and Kitool my story? I don’t remember.’

“Even if you trade all the treasures we cannot allow her to remain.”

‘Damn it!’ “Is there something I could offer?” Adam asked. “I mean, I did gain quite the special ability.”

“That would depend on the ability you have gained.”

“Well...”

As the Chief listened to Adam’s explanation of his new abilities, he raised a hand, stopping the half elf. Chief Iromin stepped out. Adam threw a look towards his brother, wondering if he was actually going to die that day. ‘I shouldn’t joke as much...’

The Chief returned a short while later, having taken the moment to breathe. After listening to Adam, who had just informed him of something utterly crazy, he needed to process his thoughts.

‘I thought I had become used to his chaos.’

“Welcome back, Chief...” Adam said, feeling the impending doom of death lingering over his neck.

Iromin placed a bracelet beside Adam, atop his basin. “You have received a gift from your children.”

Adam let out a small squeak, before glancing to the side. “Give me a second to compose myself.” Adam inhaled deeply, before letting out a sigh. He counted the beads atop the bracelet. ‘Eh? Is there an extra one?’ He counted one for each of his children, each of the babies, and then each of his cousins. He rubbed the little clay bead which was certainly a bead little Taygak had made for him. The red and blue bead was certainly from the twin Kans, and then each of the others were more difficult to ascribe to the various children. ‘Why is there an extra one?’

‘The square bead is from Churot,” Jaygak said.

Adam’s eyes snapped towards Jaygak, blinking rapidly towards her. “Jaygak, are you some kind of genius?”

Jaygak was about to retort, before she heard Kitool let out a quick, sharp breath, causing her to remain quiet. ‘I can’t even tease him when he has such a ridiculous ability?’

“Chief, how can these children be so adorable?” Adam asked, flashing the widest of smiles.

“...” Iromin realised how long Adam had spent without his children, considering a year had passed in the other realm, and how much it had affected the young man.

‘Cringe,’ Jurot thought, but he allowed Adam his moment since so much had happened in the other world. “It is my birthday too, Chief.”

“Konarot did not pass along a gift for you.”

“...” Jurot wasn’t sure if the Chief was messing with him. “I have not given Adam his gift either.”

“...”

“...”

Iromin saw the defiant gaze in the young Iyrman’s eyes. “You wish to save the girl?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

Jurot’s neck tensed up. He could barely believe what he was about to say. “I am a good brother.” He felt his brother’s gaze upon him, and realised what Adam felt when they looked at him whenever he was being cringe.

Iromin exchanged a look with Adam, wondering what the young man had done to his brother in the other world for him to say something like that. Adam shrugged his shoulders, surprised, but with the most playful smile spread across his face.

“Chief,” Jurot called again.

“You will vouch for her?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.”

“...” Adam blinked. “What? That’s... it?”

“Jurot is an Iyrman,” the Chief stated, as though that explained everything.

“...” Adam turned to face his brother, still taken aback by the fact it had been that easy.

“I will leave you to rest,” Iromin said, making to leave. “Once you learn Fourth Gate spells, please inform me.”

“Oh, sure. I can do it right now, if you want?”

‘What?’ Iromin blinked. “Okay.”

“One second.”

Level Up!

XP: 23 500 -> 10 500

Health: 78 -> 91

Mana: 21 -> 25

Gained two spells!

“There we go. I know Divination and Dimension Door.”

Konarot patted the Prince’s leg gently. “Is good.”

Morkarai chuckled, before taking his place along with the older trio of Iyrmen. “I am surprised to see Adam hasn’t returned. If he hasn’t returned yet, it must mean something serious is keeping him away.”

Jarot smiled knowingly, pouring the fire giant a cup of peach wine. “Do you wish to know?”

“I value my life too much to pry into the Iyr’s affairs,” Lord Morkarai said. “I will remain with the Iyr until I am no longer needed.”

“Will you not stay to win the favour of my grandson?”

“If I am required home to assist with the war, I must return,” the Prince replied.

“Let us hope the war ends,” Jarot said.

“...”

Jarot began to chuckle lightly at his words, before his granddaughter distracted him, climbing on top of his lap. “Little Lanarot, what is wrong?”

Lanarot pointed up at Lord Morkarai. “Coin!”

“Are you upset I did not give you a coin?” Lord Morkarai asked.

Lanarot pouted in response, her lower lip trembling. “Why noh?”

“Your birthday is next month, so you must wait?”

“No!”

“What has Jirot done to you?” Jarot chuckled lightly, placing a hand on her head. “How can you bully his sister like this, Lord Morkarai?”

The Prince shook his head, before reaching into his pouch. “Here you are, little Lanarot.”

Lanarot gasped, pointing to the coin face. “Is papa!” She brought the coin to her chest. “Is my papa.”

“Do you miss your brothers?”

“I missing them so much,” Lanarot replied, resting her head against her grandfather’s chest. “Baba, you ah missing papa?”

“Hmm,” Jarot replied, as though he was truly thinking about it.

“Yes,” Lanarot replied on his behalf. “Woad Mohk, you ah missing papa?”

“I am missing your papa too.”

“Yes,” Lanarot replied, nodding her head approvingly. “I missing my papa, I do not miss my mama.”

“Why do you not miss your mother?”

“Mama is here,” Lanarot replied, pointing towards where she thought her mother was, before her head scanned around the area, eventually finding her with Murot. “Mama is here! Look, is Muwoh.” She pointed towards her mother and her cousin. “Muwoh is baby.”

“He’s just a little baby?”

“Yes.”

“Are you a little baby?”

“No, I not a baby, I am Lanawoh.”

Lord Morkarai remained staring at the little girl, who was doted by all manner of monsters. Not just Adam, her brother, but the crazy figure known as Emperor Hadda, who she no doubt had forgotten. Considering who she was doted by, from the likes of Emperor Hadda, Mad Dog Jarot, and her brothers, Lord Morkarai couldn’t help but wonder just what kind of a monster she would grow up to be.

‘I should also try to please this little one,’ Lord Morkarai thought, trying to forge two blades with one strike.

The giant’s eyes fell to the half dragons, who were half silver dragon from their mother’s side. ‘...’ Lord Morkarai couldn’t help but tie the connection between the Talia family and the half dragons, especially since Entalia had appeared several times within this region recently, around the times they had been born.

“You should not think of such stressful things.” Gangak poured a cup of wine for one of the Princes of Shakador, who seemed to be deep in thought.

Lord Morkarai sighed. ‘Just what madness will you bring this year, Adam?’

“Nano!” Jirot shouted at Gangak, before reaching up her arms.

“Yes, my Jirot?” Gangak asked, picking the girl up.

Once Jirot was within her arms, she cuddled up with the older Iyrman, sucking on her thumb. Gangak also picked up her brother, so they could cuddle and sleep within her arms together. She smirked towards the older Jarot.

“You cannot have them,” the old Iyrman grumbled.

‘Are they really not blood related?’ Morkarai thought.

The buff of being an Iyrman is too OP.