Chương 1611: [1516] – Y07.016 – A World of Trouble VI

As the last week of the month greeted them, Adam stared towards the sky, his eyes soaking in the rays of the sun against his skin, the warmth within his heart. It was that kind of day, he thought.

"Dear, daddy is going to get a little sick, so he might not be able to play with you for a bit," Adam said, lifting his daughter up, the girl having already prepared a response, but as she was picked up, she blinked.

"I have prepared a gift for one of your favourite ailas, so you must forgive me."

"If aila is happy, I will forgive you," Jirot said, the pair hugging tighter for a moment, exchanging kisses. Thankfully, as his father always did, little Jarot was picked up next and also cuddled near violently, suffering from the great affection from his father, which lasted far too shortly in the boy's estimations. Once the half elf had finished greeting his children he stepped out, heading to the where those of the business would be preparing their children for school.

As he approached, alone, the figures all glanced his way, for it was rare to find him approaching alone, and even rarer, to see him with such an expression. It was not one of the strained smiles he previously showed, but there was something else to it, something they couldn't quite put their finger on. It was almost more… subdued?

"I apologise, but Lady Sara, Kal Korin, you are required elsewhere for the next week or so, upon the Enchanter's will." The others stared at the half elf, for as long as they could remember, the Enchanter hadn't been mentioned in such a way before. For the Enchanter, the mythical being who they had never seen before, to finally take an interest in the business?

'The Enchanter?' Korin thought.

"If the Enchanter has called, then I should respond," Lady Sara replied, the devilkin woman standing, though as she did, she waved towards the children, who she would be unable to teach for the next week.

"Manager Dunes, I'll entrust the matter of schooling under your care, and if you require assistance of another, you may call for them."

"As you say, Executive." The half elf smiled more genuinely towards the children, waving his hands towards them all.

"Don't bully Manager Dunes too much, alright?" The children's laughter accompanied the trio as they stepped out, though as the half elf though about where he was meant to complete his task, he realised he wasn't entirely sure what he was allowed to do. Jurot fell deep into thought, so unlike himself, but since his brother had come with such an important question, he needed to think this deeply.

"You must ask Elder Lykan."

"Alright."

"The Chief is still within the Front Iyr, so it may be best to speak with him instead."

'The Chief is still here?' Adam thought. Chief Iromin yawned, for certainly it was tiring work to deal with… Iromin blinked towards the figure which caused him such exhaustion. Adam explained his situation. Iromin blinked once more.

'I guess that makes sense,' the half elf thought, leading the young Kal and Lady away until they could finally strip and grow sweatier with one another for the next few days.

All the while, Vonda, when most of her children were at school, went to the small temple complex which the Iyr had swiftly erected for the woman, and as she stood upon the heavy stone floor of the plaza, surrounded by walls on all sides, she began her own routine to sweat, swinging a mace in front of her, the kind that wielded a greater force than many other maces. This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it.

It was not like most maces, for the tingling of magic run through her fingers, and it was not a simple magical weapon either, for it was filled with Greater magics, yet it was not quite a simple Greater weapon either. The magics within were not quite like those which belonged to her husband's axes, for this was unlike many of the weapons he had enchanted. It was the kind filled with the Mother's Will.

As Vonda called out a prayer, the mace glowed, prickling against the woman's skin, though as she swung her blade, she realised the awkwardness in her training. Once she was wrapped head to heel in magical steel, she continued her training. She was not the only one who trained.

'Light,' he thought. As he skipped along the tips of the blades of grass, as though flying across the field, all he could think about was how light each of his steps, how light his body was, and how light his spear struck. The old man stopped, standing across one side of the field, in which he could clear almost twice as swiftly as the likes of many of his companions. Malfev understood. As his spear unfurled outwards, fanning the grass against its wooden body.

'It is this lightness which is a sin.' As he held out his hand, he gathered his inner strength, flooding through his veins, extending outwards through his palm, threatening to destroy the grass, but he clenched his fist, for certainly Nahtu would take unkindly to his gesture.

'Even if I take a step forward, I shall not have the strength I require,' Malfev thought, letting out a soft sigh, but upon thinking of his cousin, who remained a step away from the title of Paragon, he let out another sigh, this one far lighter, far softer.

'To think I have burdened you like this.' Malfev clasped his hands behind his back, staring out towards the field before him. He stood before it, considering how much strength he would possess if he was able to unfurl his wings properly. It was those wings, the wings of the Fev family, which would ease their hearts. As the days passed, many hearts remained wounded, especially Korin's, who had to watch that.

Health: 126 -> 41 Health: 126 -> 31 Health: 126 -> 42 Health: 126 -> 62 Strength Save: 18 (8) Dexterity Save: 4 (3) Dexterity: 12 -> 11 Constitution Save: 11 (4) Constitution: 18 -> 13 Intelligence Save: 22 (15) Wisdom Save: 8 (3) Wisdom: 12 -> 11 Charisma Save: 10 (3) Charisma: 16 -> 14'Since when was my Intelligence +3?' Adam thought as the exhaustion set deep within his bones.

Exhaustion: 0 -> 5 Korin's mouth dropped, as, after the fourth day of watching his soon to be wife with another man, the pair half naked, embracing one another so tenderly, the half elf finally coughed up blood, feeling the magic resonate outwards from him, though his palms onto the Lady's bare back, the woman adorned within a long piece of cloth to keep herself decent, while the half elf sat topless behind her, partly so the fibres of his clothing didn't tickle his skin during such a sensitive procedure.

The half elf leaned back, pale as a ghost, his veins dark, like shadowy tendrils across his skin.

"I apologise once more, but I made sure to take all the burden," Adam said, his breath heavy, his entire body slick with sweat.

"Are you alright?" Korin asked, preparing to heal the young man, but paused a moment, just in case the half elf's body would be unable to accept his healing.

"I'm fine, I just need to rest for a week or so," the half elf replied simply, only then realising he had been too careless, for if he had taken much more damage to himself, and then to his Constitution, he may have ended up dead.

'Hey, Bell, are you sure my Intelligence is 16?' […]'Oh, right, Wisdom 12. That's still pretty good, though…' Adam didn't want to admit something he had already accepted into his heart, which was that, perhaps, his unique foolishness was greater than even Bell. Korin, seeing the half elf leaning back to relax, decided to call for the one person he knew would be able to handle the half elf.

'Korin, you bastard, I can't believe you'd do this to me,' Adam thought, all the while his wife held onto his half dead form. The half elf's annoyance rose, but then again, Korin had just watched him meditate with his fiance for a few days.

"You son of a goat," Korin growled towards his friend later that evening.

"You never told me about that!"

"What?"

"About that, you bastard, that!" Korin sighed, rubbing his forehead lightly.

"We will be unable to leave the United Kindom any longer." Dunes' lips twitched slightly.

"Did you know?"

"Know what?"

"He could Awaken enchanters?" Korin whispered into his friend's ear, as quietly as he could, though the pair were alone in the darkness.

"At this point, it would be surprising if he was unable to do so," Dunes replied, sipping his warm milk lightly.

"Did you?"

"Of course I knew!" Dunes replied, fairly certain he knew, at the very least, he knew much of Adam's secrets, and that there were probably greater secrets.

"You have trapped me here with you!"

"I have trapped you here with Sara," Dunes said.

"You are welcome for it, you son of a goat, so make sure to name one of your children after me?"

"Since when did you become so good with your mouth?" Korin huffed, annoyed.

"You are eating my head! Never mind naming one of my children after you, I'll kill you!" Dunes smiled. It was then, however, another caused great trouble.

"You are eating my head!" Jirot growled, pointing towards her father, who was so pale, his veins dark, and full of such a sickness. The girl's heart was a swirl of emotion, from shock, to anxiety, to anger, but since it was her father's fault, certainly she could berate him for it!