[860] – Y03.160 – Serious Business III

[860] – Y03.160 – Serious Business III

‘He truly is a father,’ Rick thought, his eyes glued to Adam as he embraced his children so publicly.

Adam held onto his triplets, though it appeared he was wearing his children rather than that he embraced them. He rubbed his cheeks against his children, feeling their weight within his arms. They had certainly grown since last he had left, each slightly taller and heavier. He had barely noticed it previously, but with all three of them atop him, he could definitely feel the weight difference.

Konarot’s arms kept her father pinned to her, wrapped around his strong neck. Her gentle breath tickled across the side of his neck, her eyes glued to his skin, which had tanned under the noonval sun. Her siblings each clutched at their father’s back, their legs clamping against his front and back, their father the filling within the taco of love.Cheêck out latest novels at novelhall.com’s entire body swirled with complex emotions. Though he had been acting a fool in front of everyone, he was not immune to the embarrassment which his actions brought. He was a fool, and everyone knew that much, but this had gone a step further than just being a simple fool.

‘Cringe?’ Adam thought. ‘How can this be cringe when they adore me so much?’

The adoration of his triplets in front of everyone caused him to flush red, but he could only adore them deeper. Compared to all the children in the Iyr, his children were truly those that displayed their love most. He squeezed them against his body a little tighter, before pressing his lips against each of their foreheads.

“Okay,” Adam finally said, pulling back slightly so he could speak. “Now that I’m done adoring my children, allow me to introduce them to you properly.”

Konarot slowly peeled away from her father, not wanting to, but she did as was expected, with her siblings following after her. Adam brushed their heads, brushing a finger along Konarot’s scar beside her eye.

“These are my eldest children. The eldest is Konarot, then it’s Kirot, and finally Karot. They’re my children, and they’re Executive Jurot’s nieces and nephews, and the President’s grandchildren. It’s a little awkward, but they’re the Little Executives of the business. Konarot, no doubt, will grow up to be one of its greatest...”

They could feel it grow within the air.

“They’ll remain small and cute forever,” Adam whispered, remaining still for a long moment.

The farmers and porters remained focused on the half dragon children. The tiny horns, the scales, the tails.

‘He has half dragon children...’ Rick thought, though all those around him thought the same thing.

Half dragon children were extremely rare, but almost all of them became great warriors when they grew up. They had silver scales, meaning their mother was no doubt a dragon from the north.

These triplets had a dragon as a mother. They had a crazy fool like Adam as a father. They were apparently related to the Iyrmen too? All of such, with the education the business, these children would no doubt grow up to become more than simple great warriors.

“Then we have my twins. They’re so small and cute, but be careful, Jirot is quite vicious. She’s the one who is currently hiding within her nano’s chest, while my Jarot is cuddling up with her. My Jarot is so sensible and so well behaved, unlike his greatfather who he was named after.”

“You are too close to be speaking so poorly of me,” the Iyrman snarled.

“Speaking of their greatfather, the adorable little baby within his arms is almost my son, Larot, my youngest. All of my children are quite special, as you can tell, but even if they’re cute, you can’t steal them from me.” Adam reached down to brush his triplets’ hair, tickling the top of their skulls tenderly, causing them to purr quietly.

"Okay?" Jurot asked, tearing his flatbread in half, offering a porting to his younger sister, before scooping the food with another smaller chunk of flatbread.

"Yeah," Adam replied, in the way that stated he wasn't entirely okay, but he needed to think. "Just, we've got so much to do."

Jurot dropped the topic any further, noting his brother had fallen into such thought, he was no longer feeding his children.

“Daddy,” Karot called, bringing his father out of his thoughts, opening his mouth.

“Oh dear, how can your father be so silly, thinking so hard when he still needs to feed his adorable son?” Adam nuzzled his son’s head gently, before returning back to feeding him.

As the minutes continued to pass, Adam’s thoughts fell towards the fort. ‘I need to show off more to my kids.’ Adam glanced around towards the other children, those sitting beside their trio of snake sisters. They spoke in hushed whispers, glancing around, especially towards Adam and his children.

‘Hold on... did I buy enough supplies for them?’ Adam thought back to how many items he had brought. ‘I didn’t really buy any books, for them to read or write. How didn’t I buy more colours and paints from East Port while I had the chance?’

“Adam,” Korin called, taking a seat opposite the half elf, wrapping his grilled meat within his flatbread.

“Korin.”

Korin glanced down toward Adam’s children. “Are you enjoying the meal?”

“Yes,” Konarot replied, sipping more of her water.

“That’s good.” Korin beamed down towards her, before his eyes met Adam’s once more. “Congratulations on the fort.”

“Thank you.” Adam returned a smile towards the Aswadian. “What do you think? Are you impressed as a member of Black Mountain.”

“It is a good fort. It is well built, especially considering how quickly it was formed. I understand now why they call it Iyrmen efficiency.”

“Right? They’re so scary.”

“They are...” Korin glanced around towards the Iyrmen. There were many about them, and quite a number of them were elderly. Though many of them did not wear armour, he could feel the aura of death emanating from them.

Cobra furrowed her brows as her thoughts came to her. ‘Konarot. Karot. Kirot. Jirot. Jarot. Larot.’ She thought back to what Adam had said, and the laughter of the old man. Her eyes trailed towards the one armed Iyrman who had given up the... red skinned baby to the President, and was currently sitting beside the figure with the greatsword.

‘Is he...’

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