[1032] – Y05.032 – Their Responsibilities

[1032] – Y05.032 – Their Responsibilities

It was a few days previous when Jirot had revealed her sensibilities as the Little Boss.

“Mummy, we must go now,” Jirot said from within the carriage. She held out her hand to assist her mother into the carriage.

“I must stay.”

“Stay?” Jirot replied, raising her brow. “Mummy, you cannot stay. It is time to go to Front Iyr now.”

“I must stay to work.”

“Okay,” Jirot said, beginning to climb down from the carriage.

“Jirot, you must go to the Front Iyr,” Sonarot said, causing the girl to glance back to her grandmother.

“Nana, I must protect mummy,” the girl replied, still climbing down until she was beside her mother.

Sonarot’s face turned taut as she tried not to smile. “You must protect mummy?”

“Mummy is pregnant, so I must look after her.” Jirot then glanced around. “Where is kako?”

“Kako is going too,” Sonarot assured.

“Good! I must look after mummy and kako! Kako is comfortable?”

“Kako is comfortable,” Sonarot replied, only to realise which aunt Jirot was talking about. She tilted her head slightly, before looking down at the girl, who stood so defiant, reaching up to hold her mother’s pinky finger.

Dunes watched from the side. He had encouraged Vonda to send the children back with Sonarot and Lanarot, except the Ray would stay here with Virot, and Pam would stay with Damrot. That way the business would understand it was only because they needed to send the children most in danger, but made sure some remained to not decrease morale, or cause a panic.

Except, Jirot would not leave without her mother or aunt. Eventually, Sonarot gave in, staying with Lanarot, while allowing Vonda, Pam, and all their children to return back to the Iyr.

Upon hearing the tale, Adam resisted the urge to burst out into laughter. “Of course, since my daughter is the most sensible.”

“Didn’t you tell me Jirot caused you the most trouble?” Bael asked, having listened intently to the tale.

“What are you talking about? Jirot? Troubling me? She only troubles me because she’s so cute!” Adam sat, brimming with pride. ‘How can I worry about my children when Konarot and Jirot are so sensible?’

“Where is Lanarot?”

“She has returned to the Front Iyr,” Sonarot informed, having only realised her mistake the day after. “It is best she is raised with her nieces and nephews.”

Jurot stared down at his drink, unsure of how he felt with all this politicking. He sipped the water, before returning to his bread and jam. He had returned, excited to reveal the trikro he had assisting in slaying, but Damrot was gone. His nieces and nephews, gone. Even his sister, who would smile so gleefully at his stories, gone.

Lucy could hear the words within her mind, the sweet joy of the little girl who loved to tease her, welcoming her back, eager to listen to her tales. ‘Jirot.’ She sighed, mixing her porridge together. The girl, too, loved her porridge, not as much as her potatoes, but she wouldn’t refuse a spoonful of porridge from the demon, nor her brother.

“I should take my walk before it rains,” Bael said, hoisting himself up, rolling his shoulders before he sauntered off. As the others spied him, Bael stepped up onto the wall, and before the Iyrman called out to him, he hopped off the wall and casually walked out of the business.

“What are you doing?” Kamrot asked, his hands clasped behind his back.

“I heard so much about the Iyr,” Bael admitted, his eyes scanning across the woods, then along the distant hills. “I just wanted to look at it properly.”

Kamrot allowed Bael to reminisce as he stared at the lands of the Iyr, taking them in as strangers often did.

‘Don’t cause a mess in the Iyr!’ Bael recalled the words as if they had been said a moment ago. He could feel it within his heart, the urge to cause just a little trouble. Then he glanced aside, noting all the figures focused upon him, many of whom remained unseen.

The next day, Bael understood part of the Iyr’s ridiculousness. The valley before the gates of the Front Iyr caused him to raise his brows in surprise. He hadn’t seen such a thing in the mortal lands. He stared up at the sky, eyes glancing about for a moment as he imagined a flying army, though recalled the Iyr’s sky defences. ‘The Front Iyr, was it?’

“Hoh!” Jirot gasped upon seeing the returning group, her eyes darting to her mother for a moment, her mind processing what she was seeing, before she charged her father. She stopped, her eyes darting to the other figure, adorned in full plate. “Oh! Nano! Nano!”

“Nano!” Little Jarot squealed, rushing up to Gangak.

Gangak scooped the pair into her arms, their squeals like music to her ears, soothing her aching heart. She planted firm kissed upon their foreheads, feeling the warmth of their skin against her own, the woman clutching at them greedily. ‘Oh, how I’ve missed you, my greatchildren.’

Konarot narrowed her eyes at Bael, smelling a familiar scent on the man. She hid behind her mother, her siblings behind her. Larot completely ignored the returning group, while Lanarot rushed up from the side to tackle her brother, leaving her uncle behind.

Bael sniffed the air lightly, noting the vaguely familiar scent on the children, before his eyes fell down to the green skinned children with their adoring amber eyes. “Goblins?”

“My children,” Adam replied, reaching out to brush his children’s hair tenderly, but leaving them with their nano, before going to greet his wife. Adam held her hands for a moment, squeezing them gently, before he smiled, though the smile said more than anything he could say. He dropped down beside his wife, allowing Konarot to climb onto his lap, the girl cuddling his chest.

“Nano, I miss you so much!” Jirot said, nuzzling into her greataunt’s neck. “When you are gone, my heart is so cold.”

“Some people have called me strong,” Bael replied. “I’ve defeated my share of great warriors.”

“I always share too.”

Bael smiled wider. “How well behaved.”

“Yes,” Jirot replied, smirking even wider before sitting up taller.

“I’m strong too, aren’t I, dear?” Adam asked.

“Daddy is so strong!” Jirot held up a thumbs up for her father. “First place. Uncle is so strong too! Uncle is first place two times!” The girl held up a pair of her fingers. “Two times! Uncle Jurot does not share first place, he keeps it all for himself, smelly papo!” She cackled with delight, hugging her nano tight to hide.

“Daddy even beat Bael,” Adam said, mirroring his daughter’s smirk.

Jirot’s eyes fell onto Bael, judging the man within her gaze.

“I’m stronger than you at least,” Bael said.

“No!”

“No?”

“I am strong!” Jirot flexed her muscles. “I am Demon Lord!”

“You’re the Demon Lord?” Bael asked, tilting his head slightly. ‘Do children behave like this here too?’

“Yes!”

“Then you must be very strong,” Bael said, gasping lightly.

“I am so strong! I protect mummy and I protect daddy!”

“What about your brothers and sisters?” Adam asked, eating all this dessert for his heart.

“I protect Jarot and Larot and Virot.”

“What about Konarot?”

“No!”

“Why not?” Adam asked, wondering if her answer was the same as his thoughts.

“Kaka protect me because I am little sister,” Jirot said, as though it were obvious, and for once, it was.

“If you’re the Demon Lord, then I want to fight you too,” Bael said. “I want to fight all the strongest people.”

“I am too strong, so we cannot fight,” Jirot said, letting out a small sigh. “Oh dear, oh dear.”

“I see. If you’re too strong, it can’t be helped.”

“How I can help it?” Jirot shrugged her shoulders, letting out another small sigh. “I am just too cute.”

‘When did she become aware of how scary she is?’ Adam thought, crossing his arms in order to stop himself from acting cringe.

Though Jirot had softened the mood, the awkwardness stained the air, like laundry that needed to be washed sooner rather than later. As the purple hue of the sky welcomed them, Adam and Vonda walked around the perimeter of the Front Iyr, before slipping into another building. Vonda listened intently to her husband’s words, holding her hands within his own.

“I’m sorry, Vonda,” Adam whispered, bringing the backs of her hands to his forehead. “I shouldn’t have played with Fate so much.”

“How could you have expected one of the Thirteen Stars to hunt you?” Vonda asked, doing her best to keep her heart calm.

“I should have known better. I mean, as far as I know, he’s probably really close to the Lord of Order, and...” Adam inhaled deeply, rubbing her knuckles against his forehead, before he kissed the back of her fingers. “It’s going to be okay, though. You don’t have to worry.”

“I knew when I married you that I would worry at least this much.” Vonda’s gentle smile radiated towards the half elf. She could see how he was still stressed, but he tried to push it away to not worry her. She held his hands, allowing him his silence.

The Front Iyr remained both busy and yet so calm, with a particular Iyrman meeting with the Front Iyr Elder. The Front Iyr Elder listened to the Iyrman’s words intently, taking them seriously. He wondered how Bael could seem familiar to the young Iyrman, before a thought popped into his mind. He wrote onto a piece of paper, and planned the way to confirm the matter.

Lykan was pretty sure Bael was one of them.



I'm beginning to think Bael is one of them.

Jirot is growing up too quickly! How can she do this to us?