Adam spent the wo weeks enting the greatswords for Rose, enting them with a Basihanced entment, with the ability to expend a charge once per day to smite a foe with holy energy. It was nothing pared to Wraith, but more than enough for Experts to wield.

  ‘How good would these ons be anyhow?’ Adam thought. ‘I guess they’d be better than most magical ons sihe average one would be just a Basic bde, but in terms of Basihanced ons, where would they rank?’

  Adam spent the first six days enting, and the seventh day with his family and friends. He would typically py with the children in the m every day, but he spent the seventh day watg over the children for the rest of the day too. He fed them, he ged them, and he read them the tales of the Iyrmen, their own family’s great stories typically.

  “Gurot, what’s wrong?” Adam asked, the boy whimpering as his lips trembled. He picked the boy up and pced the boy on his p. “You-,” Adam said, before feeling why the boy was whimpering. “You could have warned me, Gurot.”

  “Poopoo,” the boy said, pouting up at his Cousin.

  “This betrayal, Gurot. I will never fet it.”

  “Poopoo,” the boy repeated, sniffling.

  Adam finally picked him up to take him away to ge him, and upon his arrival, he saw the look on Jirot’s face. The girl had that look on her face, the smirk, the defiant, pyful look in her eyes.

  “No,” Adam whispered. “Not like this.”

  Adam took his children to the extended family estate during the afternoons, with Jarot’s eyes lighting up as he saw his five greatchildren.

  “Did you miss yreatfather?” Jarot asked, embrag each of his five greatchildren, befiving them all of his affe. Jarot picked up Little Jarot, and rubbed his cheek against his greatson’s cheek. “Have you been behaving well, my little Jarot? Is your father treating you well? Do you wish to stay with your babo?”

  “Babo,” the boy replied, allowing the older Jarot to tio embrace him with all his affe.

  “Yes, that is right, my boy.” Jarot embraced him tighter. “I will tell you the tale of how I took the arm of a Viander. It was earlier this year, and I thought of you when I did so.”

  Little Jarot flushed slightly with embarrassment from all the attention and theed his head against the older man’s chest. The older Jarot hummed with joy as he held the boy, before he speak the tale, rubbing the little boy’s back.

  Adam motioned with his hand for his children to sit down and listen to their greatfather, though Jirot stormed up to the old man’s side so that she would be beside her brother. Adam decided to let his childreime with their greatfather, while spending his own time with the extended family estate.

  “Lucy?” Adam called, blinking towards the Demon in the er, who y in the er. “What are you doing here?”

  “Training,” the Demon replied, staring up towards the sky.

  “Training?”

  “Mm.”

  Seeing as how she was replying stiltedly, Adam decided against asking more from the Demon. He gnced around, noting the distinct ck of some of the other older Iyrmen, save for Mulrot and Zirot, who were pleting their duties at the extended family estate. They mostly watched over the children.

  ‘There’s a bunch of new kids here too,’ Adam thought, gng between the really young children, some of whom were fawned over by the Family Elder, Mulrot. ‘ she stop me from giving them magical items?’ Adam thought, but he shook his head gently, decided against thinking too deeply about the matter.

  “Dimo?” Jirot asked, looking at the red skinned woman in the er she was familiar with.

  “Demon Lord.”

  “Woad?”

  “That’s right, I’m the Demon Lord,” Lucy said.

  ‘Dimo Woad,’ Jirot thought. She had heard the name previously through the various stories of the Iyrmen. She bli Lud raised her hand, f a thumbs up. “Okay.” She walked off towards her father, with Little Jarot following after her, who looked back to Lucy for a moment, before rushing over to his father.

  “Daddy!”

  “Did you poopoo?” Adam asked, pig her up, his eyes accusatory.

  Jirot fot what she wao say and just smiled cheekily. “Noooooo.”

  Adam sighed. “You’re lucky you’re so cute.” Adam pnted a firm kiss on her cheek. “Jarot, did you poopoo too?”

  Little Jarot shook his head.

  “I was talking to-,” Adam cleared his throat, uanding it was still too soon for that kind of joke. “Okay.”

  “Okay,” Little Jarot replied, though he reached up with his arms to be picked up too.

  ‘My kids… aren’t they the cutest?’ Adam thought.

  Konarot stared at Luotig how she was wing in pain every so often. “Hurting?”

  “Yes,” the bird replied her tweeted. “Hurting! Hurting!”

  Konarot frowned. She marched over towards Lud pced a hand on her head. “It’s okay.”

  Lucy stared up at the young girl, the eldest of that idiot’s children. “Konarot?”

  “It’s okay,” Konarot said, rubbing Lucy’s forehead gently. “Good job.”

  Lucy flushed slightly, her body tingling as the little girl praised her. “Thank you.”

  Konarot blinked. “Any time.” She kept rubbing Lucy’s head.

  Lucy’s entire body ached so terribly. ‘These Iyrmen are so scary! Konarot, you ’t bee like them!’ Lucy reached up to brush the girl’s hair gently. “Good girl.”

  “Yes,” Konarot replied, smiling shyly, before she rushed away from the Demon Lord.

  ‘…’ Lucy wondered how she could steal Adam’s children away for herself, but realised it was impossible. She couldn’t do it that way, since he was an idiot and she couldn’t hahat, but she also couldn’t outlove Adam when it came to his children. ‘Should I just steal his sister?’

  Lanarot pyed with her extended family excitedly, though sometimes rushed her way to the you. “Babies?” she would ask her grandmother.

  “Yes.”

  “Good,” Lanarot said, nodding her head, before kissing their foreheads, before st off to py again.

  “Lanarot,” Lucy called, causing the girl to leap to a stop, before her head snapped around to see Lucy. “e.”

  Lanarot rushed over to the Demon Lord. “I, Lanawoh.”

  “That’s right,” Lucy said with a small smile. “Who is your papa?”

  “Papa,” Lanarot said, pointing back, her firying to find her brother, but she was uo do so. “Papa gone?”

  “Is it Adam?”

  “Yes,” Lanarot replied.

  “What about Jurot?”

  “Papa Juwoh.” Lanarot smiled, puffing out her cheeks slightly.

  “Who is your favourite?”

  “Favewit?”

  “Who do you love most?”

  “Mmm.” Lanarot closed her eyes to think deeply. “Mama.”

  “Who is your favourite papa?”

  “Favewit? Papa?”

  “Yes.”

  “Mmm.”

  “Is it Jurot?”

  “Yes.”

  “What about Adam?”

  “Yes.”

  “You have to tell Adam that your brother Jurot is your favourite, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  Upon Adam’s return, he was assaulted by his triplets, as well as his sister. “Do you think you defeat me?” Adam asked, feeling them hug at his legs.

  “Yes,” Lanarot stated, defiantly.

  “Okay.”

  “Okay,” Lanarot firmed. “Papa!”

  “Yes?”

  “Bwead?”

  “You want some bread?”

  “Yes. Favewit.”

  “Do you love bread more than papa?”

  “Yes.”

  “…” Adam blinked.

  “…” Lucy blinked. ‘That works too.’

  “Do you see how she bullies me?” Adam asked, before pig the girl up to kiss her face all over. “No bread for you, you smelly girl.”

  Lanarot giggled and squirmed. “Bwead.” She tio try and dodge her brother’s kisses, but he pulled her head to his chest so she couldn’t bob and weave, and she finally gave up.

  “Fine, fine, I’ll get you some bread,” Adam assured, pg the girl down.

  “Thank you.”

  “What good manners you have!” Adam picked her up again to kiss her once more. Lanarot huffed, but allowed it, since he was going t her bread.

  “Jarot,” the older Jarot called, causing the boy to look his way. The old man had a ptter of vegetables that had been cut up. “Jarot, Jirot, e. I will feed you.” The children charged up towards their babo, and allowed him to feed them. “I am feeding you, but you must stay small and cute.”

  Jirot bit into the vegetable, before allowing Little Jarot to do the same, while the older Jarot fihe vegetable. It was mostly made of water, and had only a slight fvour to it, like a cucumber. The water dripped down the sides of their faces, though their greatfather dabbed their mouths .

  “Why is it always food?” Lucy whispered.

  “We sughter for food, we eat fhter,” a familiar voice said, carrying rge sacks over his shoulders.

  “I fet that you’re scary too,” Lucy admitted, throwing a look towards Jurot.

  “We Iyrmen never fet.”

  “So I’m told.” Lucy eyed Jurot up, w if she should steal Jurot from Adam, and then his children via the Iyrman. Thehought about the baker, and she gnced aside, defeated before she could even try to make a py.

  “W hard, I see,” Adam said, handing Lanarot a piece of ft bread, befoing to help his brother with the sacks. He huffed as he took one of the sacks, which he could barely hold within his arms, while Jurot seemed perfectly fine. ‘Sometimes I fet you’re scary, Jurot.’

  “We Iyrmen never fet,” Jurot said.

  “I didn’t even say it.”

  Jurot’s eyes remaiaring at Adam’s, before they looked down towards the triplets who had been followed their father. “Okay?”

  “Okay,” Konarot replied.

  Jurot nodded.

  She's a little fused but she's got the spirit!

  I'll be posting up double chapters until the arc to speed up the wholesomeness.