“Do you think Adam’s in trouble?” Jaygak asked.
“It is likely,” Jurot replied. “If it is not the world, it is his mouth.”
“Umbra’s taking his madness well,” Jaygak said, soft squelg sounds eg around them.
“For now.” Jurot tio butcher the great creatures they had sin.
“Do you think he’s pining about his children?”
“Yes.”
Days tio pass as the groups tried to find one another.
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“Adam?” Vonda called.
“Yeah?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. You?”
“I am fine.” Vonda looked down at the sword at Adam’s waist, and then to the red baby. ‘…’
“Nirot, here. I don’t really need Wraith if I’ve got this beauty at my side.” Adam smiled, tapping the hilt of Golden Whisper.
“You will use a sword?”
“I mean, it is a really nice sword,” Adam replied with a smile, eyeing up the bde. “Geous.”
Nirot stared into Adam’s eyes, and for a moment, a single bead of sweat began to drip down her forehead. She reached up for Wraith and accepted it, causing the other Iyrmen to rex slightly, their hands pulling away from their ons. Nirot go Vonda, who had also reached for her mace, but the Iyrman had promised to look after the Priest, and couldn’t guarantee her life if they fought Adam.
‘…’ Umbra remained silent.
After waiting a few days, with the group eating the fish which was caught by Umbra and the Demons, the water began to shift.
A giant seasnake emerged, one which held a carriage upon its back. It was three tiered and made of bronze, with waves of patina all across it. Standing atop the carriage was a small fishman, no bigger than Adam’s triplets, with thick grey skin, with tiny slits for its gills around its neck. It was adorned in scale mail, made of some kind of serpent no doubt, and he carried a bde at his side.
The fishman grumbled aloud towards Umbra in a nguage Adam didn’t know, and the Half Elf decided against casting a spell to find out what they were saying.
“It’s good to see you as well,” Umbra replied. “Thank you again for carrying us.”
The fishman threw his head aside, grumbling quietly, but didn’t seem to make any hostile as.
“You don’t have to worry, he’s always like that,” Umbra said.
“Who is he?”
“The Emperor of the First, Sed, and Fifth Seas.”
“…” Adam decided against asking any more questions.
‘Something is definitely wrong,’ Nirot thought. Adam wasn’t asking stupid questions, and he hadn’t grumbled about his children in days. She caught the eye of Naqokan, who shook her head. Nirot remained silent. Teically, she was a lot stronger now, having attuo Wraith, which was quite the on. Even without its miseous features, it was a bde which rivalled some of the best ons of the Rot family.
As the snake submerged into the o, a bubble of air formed around the carriage, proteg the group, and providing them with air.
“Aren’t you going to ask about the air?” Lucy asked, staring at the Half Elf. She had decided against sitting at the top, instead sitting in the middle with Adam, Mara, and Vonda. The teens sat underh, having their own versation, which fell silent upon hearing Lucy’s voice.
“No?” Adam replied.
“You’re not going to mention how if you fart, it’ll stay with us?”
If the baby wasn’t red, Vonda would have tried to stifle a ugh, but she didn’t dare to ugh.
“Lucy, don’t be weird.”
“Lucy isn’t weird,” Mara replied.
“Why’s she talking about farts for in front of Sir Vonda?”
“Is that an issue?”
“Don’t embarrass us in front of the Priest of Life.”
“You’re the embarrassing one.”
“No I’m not.”
“Yes you are.”
“Sometimes, but not now,” Adam retorted. He had no reason to act stupid around them any more, so why tiing like an idiot?
Mara couldn’t deny it, so remained silent.
‘…’
Adam he tension in the air, before his eyes met Lucy’s. The teens and Umbra also remained silent, waiting to see what Lud the others were going to do.
“Do you o fart?” Adam whispered.
“No, I don’t o fart!”
“Oh. Alright then.” Adam remained silent. ‘Is it that time of month for her?’
The jourook a few days, the group stopping over at various oversea isnds, before they were finally brought to the undersea estate. It was swallowed within a rge bubble which provided fresh air, but had streams of rushing water across the top, whietimes fell down to certaiions of the estate, but only to one half of the side. There were hundreds of fishmen around, and dozens of buildings.
The rgest building was the thirteen story tall pa the tre, made of marble, with golden trim. It was simple in design, like most of the estate. The buildings grew smaller as they swept away from the tre, but eveer buildings were at least five stories tall. No other building was made of marble though, most made of bronze, wood, or smooth stone.
“It’s not terrible, for a sixteee,” Umbra joked.
The fishman grumbled something.
“Oh? The Sed Sea? I wonder what the sixteee for the First Sea looks like?”
The fishman grumbled again.
“I’m afraid not. I’m leaving soon.”
The fishman grumbled once more, before st away. The other fishmen stared at the group, as well as the Emperor. They bowed lightly towards the fishman who stormed his way towards the pace, before one quickly went to find the Custodian, who would inform everyone of who the tiny fishman was.
“I’m not sure if he likes you or dislikes you.”
“Both,” Umbra replied, watg as the Emperor left. “He’s the only one who knew my secret, since he reinates too. We fought often a few hundred years ago, but we stopped.”
“Why?”
Umbra smiled, catg Adam’s eyes. “Nothing mattered any more.”
“Oh.” Adam was uo look away from her deep eyes, before she finally broke the gaze and marched forward, leading them to the pace. The fishmen servants around eyed up the group, which walked around freely with their Emperor.
Adam enjoyed his days at the pace, drinking the fine wiing the fine food, and swinging his fine bde. For one reason or ahere would always be someone keeping an eye on him, from his people, to the servants of the Emperor.
“Yeah, you are a nice bde,” Adam whispered to it. “No, no, Wraith doesn’t even pare. I wouldn’t say that, you’re-,”
“Adam?” Vonda called out to him.
“Mm? Yeah?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Are you talking to yourself?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“That’s sort of my thing, Sir Vonda.”
“…” Vonda couldly refute it, but he had admitted it was usually to Bell, the baby, not to the sword he was holdiween both hands. “Okay. Shall we take a walk?”
“A walk isn’t a bad idea,” Adam said, strapping his bde to his side.
“You leave your sword behind.”
“Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly. It’s still dangerous around these nds, and you never know, we might o fight at any moment.”
“You’re strong enough without the sword.”
“I feel more fortable with the sword at my side,” Adam replied, his voice growing firm. “Just like how you want to keep your shield, and scarf, with you.”
Vonda eyed up the sword, and then the breastpte of puthral that he wore. “Of course. I wouldn’t want you feeling unfortable, Adam.” She smiled towards the Half Elf from behind her scarf.
“Thank you.” Adam returned her smile with his own, far too i for her liking.
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The teen Iyrmen grew antsy while sitting here for days on end, especially since Adam was so… normal. He didn’t do anything queer, just living his days peacefully, and never once mentioning the o hurry, his children, or even the food he missed from home.
However, they have worried for long, siheir missing panions had finally arrived.
“Nirot, have you been well?” Jurot asked, the Iyrman having grown a beard sihey had st seen one another.
“Yes,” Nirot replied, though her eyes widened slightly, and they poiowards Adam.
Jurot, standing tall and proud, stared at Adam. He had noticed something stra Nirot’s side, and something even stra Adam’s waist.
“Adam,” Jurot called, reag out to grab Adam’s forearm.
“Jurot,” Adam replied, grabbing Jurot’s forearm as they shook it.
“You have a nice sword at your side,” Jurot said, still holding Adam’s forearm. “May I see it?”
“Of course,” Adam said, as the pair stopped shaking one another’s forearm, and Adam motioo his bde. Jurot reached for it, and Adam grabbed his wrist. “You see just fih your Iyrman eyes.” The Half Elf chuckled.
The group stopped chattering with one ahey all gnced between Jurot and Adam, the pair of brothers who had journeyed with them this far.
“What is the matter, Adam?”
“Just, you see it with your eyes, ’t you?”
“There is no issue, since you do not use swords,” Jurot replied, keeping his gaze locked to his brother’s eyes.
“Swords are cool. Romantic.”
“You are a Nephew of the Rot family.”
“It’s my sword, Jurot.”
“I just wish to hold it.”
“Why?”
“I just wish to see exami.”
“It’s my sword.”
“It is.”
“You ’t have it,” Adam whispered, his voice growing firm. “You have Phantom already.”
“I will not keep it.”
“You’re so greedy, Jurot.” Adam eyes narrowed slightly. “You have so much already, but you won’t eve me keep this sword?”
“What do I have that is not yours?”
“Everything,” Adam replied, his eyes growing dark. “You were born and raised in the Iyr. You have a family. You have aire people. What do I have, Jurot? I don’t have a family, I don’t have anything, but this sword. I found it. In the ke. It’s the sword that is mine by right. I was worthy enough to take it.”
Jurot wasly sure what Adam was talking about, but he was sure it had something to do with the near mythig Arthur from his first life. “You have a family too, Adam. You are my brother.”
“I don’t need your pity, Jurot,” Adam said, squeezing his brother’s wrist a little harder. “You think I really am stupid, don’t you? I just pretend to be stupid, Jurot. I know you’re not my real brother. I know I don’t have a real family. Lanarot. The twins. The triplets. I know they aren’t m-,”
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When you almost fet the author is willing to kill the mc.
