“Then at least promise me that I’ll be able to see my family and say goodbye,” Adam asked, far too casually sidering how close he felt to dying at the moment.

  “Okay.”

  Adam let out a sigh of relief. If he could at least see his family before he died, it was more than what the God of Chaos had offered before he was ripped apart from his sed life and family. “Did they get my gifts?”

  “Yes.”

  “Oh? I didn’t expect you’d give them sidering, you know...”

  “You knew?”

  “I recall st year that my own brother a friends abandoned me to have fun in another world without me.” Adam turned his head away from the trio of Iyrmen who y in their own basins.

  “You must know what you must know,” the Chief stated, doing his best not to find reasons to kill the young man, no matter how much the young man wished for death.

  “I really do appreciate that you let it slide for me.”

  “Have you grown stronger?”

  “Something like that…” Adam gnced aside, cheg his statistics. “I probably learn Fate spells soon, but that’s not really that important right now.”

  ‘Something more important than Fate spells?’ Iromin, who couldn’t cast any spells, khe relevance of Fate spells, for there were many within the Iyr who could cast such great spells. Fate spells would put anyone on the map within the surrounding nds, thousands of miles in any dire from the Iyr. Adam knowing such spells would cause them so much trouble for certain, but there was something even more important, even more troublesome?

  Jaygak remained silent, pretending as though she wasn’t listening to Adam’s words. Whenever she had asked him about his new ability, he had refused to answer, instead defleg the versation to how his children were now sidered princes and princesses. It had felt good to remind him that it was only true while they remained iher world, wiping that smug look off his fabsp;

  Jurot he look on Jaygak’s face, realising she was remember that from the other world. There were few people who could match the wicked tongue of Adam, Jaygak ted among them, sidering how much trouble she used to cause. Of course, the trouble Jaygak caused was very different to the trouble Adam caused, with only Adam being sidered for death.

  ‘You should remember he still beat you,’ Kitool thought, hoping Jaygak wouldn’t take things too far. However, it was refreshing to see Adam put bato his pce. He had grown too fortable iher world, the same world which was said to be extremely dangerous, a had been almost erivial due to Adam’s peculiar magibsp;

  “I have e to hear the tale from you,” Iromin said, leaving Adam’s ridiculous abilities for ter. There was something about the way Adam eaking that tickled the back of his head. He was certaiher world was dangerous even for the likes of Adam, but the young man had been too rexed. ‘Is it because it was too stressful, or…’

  “Man, do we have a tale for you!” Adam’s ughter echoed through the cave.

  Something dark crept into the Chief’s heart. The world which the four had beeo was sidered extremely dangerous for the likes of Experts, those who gained a certain level of mastery with their abilities, being able to strike more swiftly, or being able to cast Third Gate spells. Even so, the four had returned, with retively few wounds, and Adam was far too joyful. ‘Were they lucky enough not to e across a Night Lord?’

  Iromin’s eyes caught Jurot’s eyes. The young Iyrman who was Adam’s brother, not by blood, but by rights of the Iyr, which were simple to Iyrmen but plex to outsiders. The eyes of the young Iyrmen stated that, that whitered the lexi due to the appearance of this crazy young man.

  “We killed a few barons, then we picked a baron to bee a king. We…” Adam’s smile dropped. “We had to kill a lot of people, and well…” Adam tried to reach up to his amulet out of habit, but he still couldn’t move his arm through the water, and his amulet had been taken away by the Iyrmen. “Anyway, long story short, we killed a bunch of people, made some punk a king, and I became a duke.”

  “…” Iromin blinked. “Such a tale is missing maails.”

  “That’s just the outline, but it’s not like anything special happened.”

  “We killed several Night Lords,” Jurot added.

  “ht. Yeah, we killed a Night Lord, a Night God?”

  “A Night God?”

  “The darkhing.”

  “The Encroag Darkness?” Iromin asked.

  “Yes.”

  Iromin slowly nodded, keeping his fak, something which he had learnt to do when he became one of the Great Elders of the Iyr.

  “We killed the darkness, then anht Lord, then we joined forces with anht Lord and killed him, uh, her?” Adam looked to Jurot, trying to recall what the figure was exactly. “Them? Anyway, they ended up betraying us so we killed them too.”

  “You killed three Night Lords?” Iromin asked.

  “We killed three and forced away a fourth and fifth when they joined forced to try and attack us,” Adam informed. “That was really hard, sine of them could cast terspell, so my Fireballs didn’t work. Luckily, he could only do it three times, so I could still cast about four more, and by that time we had made a bunch of knights into Experts and I had made them some magical ons too. ht, I mentored a kid into being a guardian, and that retty fun.”

  Iromin realised there was an even more pressing question to ask, something he had missed due to how ridiculous the tale was. “You pyed kingmaker?”

  Adam winced. “I only did it to bee a duke and because I got a really nice reward once I fi.”

  “We met Crowseer,” Jurot added.

  “Oh yeah, we met…” Adam fell silent upon seeing the Chief’s face. He had never seen the Chief more annoyed, and sidering how much trouble just his very existence caused, that was saying something.

  “You met Crowseer?” Iromin’s attentioo Jurot, the young Iyrman staring back at the Chief. The shadows hid how sickly the four appeared, something the Iyr had taken into sideration when inally f these pools for those who travelled between the realms. However, Jurot stared up at the Chief with a defiant look within his eyes.

  “He requested us t the girl.”

  “You know the rules, Jurot.”

  “I do.”

  “We must kill her.”

  “Well, hold on now,” Adam interjected, catg the Chief’s eyes once more. “I said I’d take her in.”

  “…”

  “She’s useful, she’s a Fate Enter.”

  “That is reason enough to kill you, Adam, but she is not a Niece of the Iyr.”

  “Crowseer asked me to watch over her, and that she’ll be useful for the business…” Adam scrambled to find reasons to protect the girl, especially sidering she was still only twelve.

  “She is a native to the other world?”

  “As far as I am aware.”

  “You should not have brought her here.”

  “You ’t kill her, Chief.”

  “We are within hts to kill her.”

  Adam swallowed, staring at the Chief, whose facial expression had calmed when he mentioned killing the girl. “Why?”

  “…” Iromin gave him that sort of look, the look which meant Adam shouldn’t press further for the Iyr’s secrets.

  “Give me a mio think.” Adam inhaled deeply, trying to push away whatever exhaustion he could still feel. ‘I ’t let Kiara die, not when I brought her along.’

  Jurot began to the tale of what happened iher world to the Chief, allowing Adam to figure out a way to save the young woman’s life. If Jurot o, he would speak up on behalf of the girl, for he had his rights as an Iyrman.

  While their father was thinking of a way to save a random girl, the five children, along with their young aunt and uncles, made their way to the extended family estate, led by their grandmother, Sonarot.

  “Babo!” Jirot shouted before rushing up towards the old one armed, one legged Iyrmawin brother also rushed up towards the old man, his face holding the widest grin.

  Their babo let out a light chuckle before he allowed them to climb atop him and embrace him close. “Hoh! My Jirot, you are still so loud?”

  “Yes,” the girl replied, fshing him a toothy smile, before hugging his nebsp;

  Jarot lifted up his greatson who shared the same name as him and pulled him to his chest. “Little Jarot, you are still so quiet?” The little boy nodded his head before cuddling up to his greatfather’s chest.

  “Look!” Jirot held up the gem she had been gifted earlier in the m. It was a mixture of colours, from green, to red, to purple, to pink, and it shimmered uhe dawnval sun. “Daddy give!”

  “Oh? Your father gifted you the gem?” Jarot asked, reag up to pet her head gently.

  “Yes!”

  Konarot hugged her greatmother, the Family Elder, tight, before revealing the gem her father had also gifted her. “Daddy give present,” the girl said as she revealed the ring.

  “Your father adores you so much,” Mulrot said, smiling towards the little girl who had just turwo years old. “Let us pray he returns soon.”

  Konarot looked back up towards the sky, w when her bird friend would e to speak with her. Mulrot brushed the girl’s hair, uanding the bird wouldn’t be ing any more if it had truly been at the ke.

  “Adam brought the rings for the little ones from his ret adventure,” Sonarot informed before she sat down beside her mother.

  Mulrot replied with a nod of her head, sending a young Iyrman of the Rot family t some tea and snacks for those of the maie. Even if the five childreeically not Children of the Iyr, Sonarot and Jarot made no distin between them, and so her did the rest of the Rot family.

  Mulrot remained quiet for a long while, but something bothered her about what her daughter had said. She turned, catg the woman’s eyes, before furrowing her brows. They spoke using their eyes and brows for a moment, before the shock settled within Mulrot.

  “They have returned?”

  “They have.”

  “…” Mulrot remained frozen in shock. “How do you know?”

  “Elder Zijin brought a pouch with their gifts.”

  Mulrot wasn’t sure how Adam had mao break the rules of the Iyr, but it was because of that, that whitered the lexi due to the appearance of this boy who her daughter had vouched for, and had quickly bee their grandson’s brother.

  “Konarot, bring your babo to us,” Mulrot called, rubbing the girl’s cheek gently.

  “Okay.” Konarot darted off to her babo to call for him.

  The old man was currently nuzzling into his greatson’s leaf shaped ear, causing the boy to giggle and squeal. “Ah, little Kona, e here my greatdaughter!” He reached out with a hand to pull her in close. “Look at how much you have grown! How you do this? You must stay small like Jirot and Jarot.”

  “Nano,” the girl said, pointing back towards the older woman.

  “Let me spoil you first!” Jarot leaned in to bloberries into the girl’s neck, before calling for Kirot and Karot to give them his affe too. “Oh how big you are being! When your father returns, he will nnise you!”

  “Daddy ing?” Konarot asked.

  “Soon, soon, I am certain of it,” the old man replied. “Si is your father, he will certainly return. It is the same as when I had faced against Seasword.”

  “Dane?” Konarot asked, recalling the name.

  “Have I already spoken of the tale?” Jarot asked.

  “Yes,” Konarot replied, nodding her head, causing her silver hair to bounbsp;

  “Did I tell you the tale of the manticores?”

  “Yes.”

  “Blood Hound?”

  “Yes.”

  “Fme Bde?”

  “Yes.”

  “The wyverns?”

  “Yes.”

  “The wraiths?”

  “Yes.”

  “Prince Raknar?

  “Yes.”

  “How many stories will you gh before you realised you have told them all?” Mulrot asked. “e here quickly so we may tell you the news.”

  “Do you see how your nano misses me?” Jarot asked.

  “Yes.”

  Jarot chuckled, causing Jirot to cackle too, before he carried the twins to their nano, shuffling with his wooden leg, before sitting opposite his wife and daughter. “What was so important that I could not dote on my greatchildren?”

  “Yrandsons have returned.”

  Jarot did not reply for some time. ‘They have returned?’ He looked between his wife and daughter, before his lips began to form the widest of smiles. “Of course they have!” He began to roar with ughter, sihe rule could only be broken by that young punk.

  His ughter caused the other children about to also ugh, from Adam’s children, to his sister, to even the nearby children of the extended family.

  “He should be at least that wild as my grandson!”

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  How is it that this chapter is already called Reasons to Kill? It's only been two chapters!

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