Elder Zijin was drinking some tea opposite Sonarot as Lanarot played with her cubes, tossing them now and again in her excitement, before crawling after them.

“Good evening,” Adam said, holding out the magical spear to the Elder.

Zijin took it, feeling the power which flowed through it. “We discussed for the spear to hold a basic enchantment, didn’t we?”

“Yeah,” Adam replied simply. “Why?”

“It feels stronger than it should.”

“It should be what we discussed.” Adam shrugged his shoulders.

Elder Zijin nodded his head before taking out a small gem, crushing it in his fingers as he held the spear.

Sonarot brushed the gem aside so Lanarot didn’t pick them up to eat accidentally, as babies tried to do.

The storm was beginning to calm outside, and soon there would only be the pattering of rain, before it would soon calm.

“Adam?”

“Yes?”

“Are you sure this is just a basic enchantment?” Zijin asked, staring into Adam’s eyes.

Adam shrugged. “It should be, right?”

“Spears do not usually pierce quite so harshly,” he said.

“Oh,” Adam replied, thinking about the damage. “I think you’re right.”

“That would have been acceptable, but there’s another enchantment on the spear.”

“Another enchantment?” Adam asked. “Are you talking about how it can be further enchanted?”

“Yes,” Zijin said. “I am.” His voice was low, sternly so.

“Oh. Well, that just sorta happened.”

“What do you mean it sorta happened?” Zijin asked, staring at Adam with his eyes slightly narrowed.

Sonarot stared at Adam. It was already terrifying to hear that he had created a magical weapon which could be enchanted further, a difficult enchantment to do, but to hear that it had happened without his input was another matter entirely.

“Well, the property just appeared at the end.”

“At the end of enchanting?” Zijin asked.

“Yeah.”

Zijin stared at Adam. “What do you mean, exactly?”

“I enchanted it, and it appeared,” Adam said, shrugging his shoulders.

“You mean you did not intend for that enchantment to take hold within the spear?”

“Yeah, it just sorta happened.”

“To be clear,” Zijin said, raising his brows. “You enchanted this spear not to hold the property, and it still appeared?”

“I just enchanted it without much thought about which enchantments I wanted on it.”

“What?” Zijin asked, unable to contain the shock in his voice.

“Yeah. That’s just how I enchant all my weapons.”

“You enchant all of your weapons without any intention for the enchantment?” Sonarot asked now, unable to contain her surprise either.

“Yeah,” Adam said. “Well, not all my weapons. The shortsword I had enchanted recently, the one for Entalia, that one I enchanted with the enchantments in mind, mostly. Same with Dunes’ Sword, kinda. Most of the weapons I made, I just wing it and see what enchantments come to the weapons.”

Sonarot covered her mouth, and for once, fell deep into thought.

“That’s not…” Zijin began, but he wasn’t able to finish his statement.

“Is something wrong?” Adam asked.

Zijin remained silent for a long while. It was only until Lanarot had come to climb over his lap to reach for the cube she had tossed, that he moved. He picked the girl up and placed her down beside her brother, holding out the cube in front of her for her to grab.

“Did I do something wrong?” Adam asked, staring up at the silent Elder.

“I will need to speak with the Great Elders,” Zijin said, rubbing his forehead.

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Adam threw a look to Sonarot, who was also deep in thought. “I want you to remember that I’m a Nephew of the Rot family.” He picked Lanarot up and placed her on his lap. ‘It’s time for you to protect me this time.’

Zijin left, still deep in thought as he approached the Chief’s residence. He found the Chief there, sitting alone, eating his snacks.

“It must be an emergency if you are intruding on my snack time,” the Chief joked.

“Yes,” Zijin said, seriously.

“It must be Adam.”

“Yes.”

“What did he do this time?”

“He said that he enchanted his weapons without any intention behind them,” Zijin said.

“Excuse me?” the Chief asked, staring up at the Elder. “You mean, he enchants the weapons without any idea about which enchantments to place on the weapon?”

“Yes.”

The Chief stared long and hard at Elder Zijin. “You believe him?”

Elder Zijin remained silent. “I do not know.”

Chief Iromin remained silent for a long while too, and as the rain fell silent, he motioned a hand to allow Elder Zijin to sit opposite him, soaking wet.

“We will need to call the Great Elders,” Iromin said, after a long moment of silence.

“I will go and call them,” Zijin said, standing as he dismissed himself.

“No. You may return home for the evening.” Iromin rubbed his forehead. “I will call them.”

The Elder excused himself before the Chief called the Great Elders. It was most important to call for Elder Forest and Elder Gold, since they would know the most about the matter.

“There is no way that is true,” Elder Forest said.

“This Nephew of the Rot family is proving to be trouble,” Elder Teacher said. “He has already caused me so much trouble with his shenanigans.” The Great Elder sighed, thinking about the aftermath of Adam’s declaration when he had fought the pair.

Unrivalled Under The Heavens.

It was such a romantic title, and it had spread through the Iyr like wildfire. It had even reached the hidden areas of the Iyr thanks to the loud mouths of a few Mithril Rank Iyrmen.

Elder Gold sighed. “If it’s true, doesn’t that mean he’s a Force of Chaos? I had an inkling when he said he was the son of Fate, but now, can we not confirm it?”

The other Great Elders, who had thought the same, nodded.

“We cannot confirm it with that little,” the Chief said. “I do not believe he is a Force of Chaos, and even if he was, there is nothing to worry about for the moment.”

“He could just be a Chaos Enchanter,” Elder Forest said. “You could have come to that conclusion too, Elder Gold.”

Elder Gold crossed her arms, and kept her eyes shut tight. There was a twitch of annoyance on her lips.

“Chaos Enchanters?” the Chief asked.

“It would be nearly impossible,” Elder Gold said. “Chaos Enchanters must be those with the blood of the Lord of Chaos. They were hunted to extinction before the Iyr had become the Iyr.”

“The Giants and Dragons may know more about the matter,” Elder Forest said.

“We cannot be sure they will know, and it would be irresponsible of us to speak of it, in case they come to the conclusion we hold one in our midst.”

“How responsible,” Elder Forest teased.

The Chief sighed. “Let us call him here.”

“Do you think he would admit to it?”

“He has already revealed so much to me. This would not be the most ridiculous thing he has said.”

“I wonder if he would reveal the story to us now?” Elder Forest mused.

Adam had been called, and he had appeared in front of the Great Elders, holding Lanarot in his arms. She had grumbled and cried at first, but Adam had soothed her with the spoon Jurot had made, letting her play with it.

“I am certain we only called for you,” the Chief said, staring at the Half Elf, whose eyes were darting between all the Great Elders.

Sonarot had also said the same thing, but Adam wasn’t as stupid as he pretended to be. Well, most of the time.

“She’s here to protect me,” Adam said.

“Protect you?” the Chief asked. “From who?”

“Anyone who wanted to kill me,” Adam said, his accusatory eyes falling along the Great Elders. “I know I can’t beat any of you, so she’s here to stop you.”

Elder Gold’s eyes formed a glare. “You would use her as a shield?”

Adam could feel just how much she wanted to kill him. He raised his sister in front of him. “There is no way you’d try to kill me when you can bask in her cuteness.” Adam almost felt his mind take cringe damage from what he had said, but he had hoped his terrible joke would have soothed her.

“You should be careful with your jokes,” the Chief said. “Even if you used the baby as a shield, no harm would come to her.”

Adam could feel the gazes of a few more Iyrmen, but they remained hidden from his sight, and he dared not to search for them. “Relax. She’s in no danger from me, even if you did try to kill me.” He brushed her hair as he stepped forward, putting her down on the table, before glancing between the Great Elders.

“We will not waste your time,” the Chief said. “We have heard you are a Chaos Enchanter.”

“A what?”

“An enchanter who holds no vision for their enchantments, allowing their items to be enchanted by Chaos.”

“Oh,” Adam said. “That does sound a lot like what I do.”

“So you admit to it?” Elder Gold asked.

“No,” Adam replied, quickly. “Not unless it’s good for me.”

“Do you know what a Chaos Enchanter is?” Chief Iromin asked.

“It’s whatever you just told me.”

“So you did not know of their existence?”

“No.”

“Are you in any way related to the Lord of Chaos?”

“No,” Adam said, but he raised his brows. “Oh, wait…”

The Great Elders stared at him as Adam thought.

“I don’t think I am, but…” Adam recalled how Belle had tapped his forehead and he was reborn instantly after. “Maybe? The God of Chaos and I do go way back.” Adam stared at the Chief, who slowly nodded.

“The God of Chaos?” Elder Teacher asked. “You mean the Lord of Chaos?”

“No, the God of Chaos,” Adam said.

“There is no God of Chaos,” Elder Teacher said.

“Yeah, apparently.” Adam frowned. “Even his own kids don’t remember him. Considering what he did for Lady Elaveil, it is quite tragic.”

The Chief tapped his finger on the table, stopping the curiosity of the other Great Elders. “Adam. Are you certain what you are saying is the truth?”

“I’ve got no reason to lie to any of you,” Adam said. “Unless it gets me killed, then I have no idea what we’re talking about, but I already have no idea what we’re talking about, so it doesn’t change much.”

“Then what kind of Enchanter are you?” Iromin asked.

“I’m…” ‘Hey, Bell, what kind of Enchanter am I?’

[You are a Fatechanter.]

“I’m a Fatechanter, apparently.”

The Chief bowed his head. “Who else knows of the peculiarities of your enchanting?”

“All of you, Elder Zijin, Aunt Sonarot, and Lanarot,” Adam said. “I think that’s all.”

“You should keep it a secret from now on,” the Chief urged. “No one must know.”

“Alright.”

“Thank you,” the Chief said. “You may leave.”

“So you’re not going to kill me?” Adam asked, reaching for Lanarot tentatively.

“Not today.”

Adam winced. “That’s good to know. Good night to you all.” He bowed his head and retreated.

Elder Gold watched as he left. “A Fatechanter.”

“Do you know what it is?” Iromin asked.

“Yes,” Elder Gold said, sharing a look with Elder Forest.

“Chief, your wisdom knows no bounds,” Elder Forest said.

Upon hearing her words, Iromin relaxed. For once, she wasn’t being sarcastic.