Chapter 625: A Parent-Teacher Conference

Within Abaddon's wing of the castle, a large black portal appeared in the middle of their living room.

After his earlier flirtation with Sif, Abaddon wasn't thinking about anything that had to do with the meeting they'd just come from.

Evidence of this came from the fact that he was holding two wives under each arm, one with his tail and holding another across his back.

As soon as he appeared in his home, he was already walking straight towards the bedroom.

And he would have reached it in record time, too... If it weren't for his damned meddling kid.

...And sister.

"Oop, dad's horny. I guess we'll have to do this another day."

"Hold on there mister." Malenia caught her nephew by the ear just as he started to turn around and run away.

For the second time in less than ten minutes, Abaddon's growing erection was killed.

De-spawned.

Assassinated.

He should have just taken the girls with him to Eden like he initially planned.

But after thinking about it for less than a seconds, he quickly came to terms with this current scenario.

Due to the nature of the three siblings' careers, he got to see Kanami all the time.

But Malenia was a bit different.

Her job was even more demanding than Abaddon's most of the time.

Which shouldn't really be that big of a surprise in hindsight.

Dealing with adults who act like adults is easy.

Dealing with children who think they want to be adults... is nearly impossible.

"Well, to what do I owe this magnanimous surprise? My sister, the workaholic, has arrived at home before 9 p.m and is now coming to seek me personally? Did you fear for my demise that much?"

Abaddon put his wives down so that he could embrace his sister firmly.

"You aren't as funny as you think, you know...? But, yes. I was worried, dear brother." She admitted.

The two of them pressed their foreheads together in a warm gesture, and for a moment everyone shared the same beautiful smile.

"But... I'm afraid it's not the only reason I came here." Malenia added.

Now, Straga was the only one who wasn't smiling.

"Oh? Do tell then."

Abaddon watched his sister reach inside of the breast pocket of her pantsuit and pull out an envelope.

She handed it to him with a sort of helpless smile on her face that he didn't understand at all.

"Uhm, pops?" Straga chimed in.

"Yes, son?"

"I-I just wanted to say that I love you and you're looking super ripped today!" Straga held up both thumbs nervously.

"...What did you do?"

"N-Nothing! Can't I just say I love my old man??"

"Sure, but it's the second half that worries me. You wouldn't give me a compliment if I started shitting gold."

Abaddon and all of his sons have developed a very specific banter unique to each of them.

Belloc pretends to be unimpressed with his father while secretly admiring him.

Straga cracked jokes on the man every chance he got while secretly working himself to the bone to reach his level.

Apophis was the only son who was actually nice just for the sake of it.

Hence the reason why he was Abaddon's favorite.

Abaddon finally looked at the envelope in his hand and saw that it was stamped with a seal from Straga's school.

'...Fuck...' Abaddon knew exactly what was coming and he already had a migraine.

She really did!

But... there were times where she did wish to stay at home and be a NEET.

Not so that she could sit at home and day-drink and masturbate.

She just wanted to sit at home and read novels made by her favorite author.

As soon as the shy nature spirit closed the door to her home, she reached inside of her dress and flung off her bra.

With a snap of her fingers, she was standing around in her usual laze around pajamas and her hair returned to its usual messy state.

Her body sailed across the room so that she could land on her couch like a flying seal.

She scooped up the book that was already waiting on her table and kicked her feet happily in anticipation.

"Hehehe! Jane Sparks, how will you entice me toda-"

*Ding-Dong!*

"Fuck!"

Daphne looked to be on the verge of throwing a small tantrum.

She slammed the book back down onto the table and floated towards the door- prepared to give whoever was interrupting her a piece of her mind.

Her belief was that it was just one of her sisters coming to raid her fridge again.

Imagine her surprise when she opened the door and she found one of her students standing outside with his parents.

This normally would have been jarring enough, but not just any parents had arrived.

"Good evening, Ms. Summers. May we come in?" Lailah smiled.

Straga's teacher seemed to need a moment to get her bearings.

Eventually she couldn't, and her body collapsed right into Lailah's cleavage.

"...Mom killed my teacher. Can we go home now?" Straga asked.

"No." Lailah hissed.

A few minutes later when the nature spirit awoke, she was back inside of her house and lying on her couch.

Visions of what she had witnessed before losing consciousness had returned to haunt her; causing her to immediately sit up in panic.

"Oh? Are we well rested now?"

Looking up, Ms. Summers found the royal family sitting and standing around her dining table.

Oddly enough, her first thought had nothing to do with how beautiful they were, but it was the fact that she was grateful for her earlier decision to throw away the concerning amount of cup noodles that'd been sitting there.

Once she wiped away the drool on her jaw, she practically flung her body to the ground in front of them in a deep bow.

"I-I-I g-g-greet the U-Uma-Sarru and the-"

"A kind gesture, but there's no need for that, dear." Lisa smiled.

She lifted the young woman with her mind and brought her back to her feet.

Tatiana: "We're only concerned parents today. Let's leave the formality outside for now so that you can speak comfortably."

Valerie: "We're really sorry about dropping in on you while you're off work, but some of us were a bit more... impatient than the rest of us after receiving your letter."

Lailah smiled innocently as if she'd done nothing wrong.

"We just need to know... Is our son experiencing academic issues in the classroom? Not paying attention, sleeping, that sort of thing?"

"N-No,ma'am! Not at all!" Ms. Summers waived her hands to dismiss the notion.

"Prince Straga is the best student in his grade. He's never gotten more than eight points deducted off an assignment and I was actually going to recommend he graduate early."

"Oh???" Lailah's eyes that had been smoldering for the past twenty minutes were suddenly beaming with pride.

"Y-Yes!" She confirmed. "I sent that letter home because, well... we've had some repeated issues with the use of unkind language towards our classmates."

Abaddon had been leaning against the wall, hardly listening the entire time.

However, the implication of Ms. Summers' claim had caught his full attention.

"I'm sorry... Do you mean to tell us that our son... is bullying others?"