‘Naqokan is not bad,’ Jarot thought, before his eyes fell to the side, watching as Jirot stopped before Lucy, staring up at the woman.

Jirot pointed up towards the woman, babbling towards her. Lucy blinked, staring down at the young girl, her entire body still aching, filled with exhaustion from the heavy training.

“I see,” Lucy replied towards the little girl.

Jirot smirked, before nodding her head and cackling, rushing back towards her greatfather. She tripped over, letting out a low grunt, before she hoisted herself to her feet and ran towards the older Iyrman, hugging his leg. She giggled wildly, betraying the fact she had been rather naughty, though no one knew how.

“Hmmm,” Jarot said, glaring up towards Lucy, before noting how Mara clasped her hands ahead of her navel. He grinned wide towards the Demon woman, who was currently being beaten by his younger siblings. ‘Even with one arm and one leg, I could bury you into the earth.’

Mara’s eyes remained focused on the older Iyrman, understanding the difference between herself and the crazy old man, but she had a duty to fulfil, and not even the Iyrmen could stop her.

As the pair glared between one another, Lucy fell beside Adam, staring down at the Goblin girl. Jirot looked to the side, giggling wildly, but she stopped when she didn’t see Lucy, and instead looked up at her greatfather. Then she looked to the side, smirking at her father, before noticing Lucy. Jirot quickly waddled towards the Demon.

“Up!” Jirot demanded. “Pick up!”

Lucy slowly bent forward and picked the girl up, wincing in pain, before she pulled the girl onto her lap. Jirot stared up at the Demon woman, blinking up at her, before she cackled again, bringing her hands up to her mouth.

“She seems happy today,” Lucy said.

“She’s happy everyday,” Adam said. “How can she not be when I adore her so much?”

“She seems to like to sit with me and not you even though you adore her so much?” Lucy replied, her lips twitching slightly.

“You sure have grown quite courageous, Demon Lord,” Adam said, narrowing his eyes slightly. “Even though I can’t cast my First Gate spells infinitely any more, I’m still a bit of a monster.”

“A bit?”

“Well, I suppose more than just a bit?” Adam chuckled.

“Nn!” Little Jarot complained, reaching out towards Lucy.

“See? Even your son wants to play with me.”

“He wants to play with his sister,” Adam corrected, though it still annoyed him.

“Whatever allows you to sleep at night.”

“How come you’re starting a fight with me?” Adam asked.

“You were being cringe.”

“I wasn’t being that cringe,” Adam replied, frowning.

Little Jarot sat beside his sister and stared up at Lucy, Jirot also doing the same. Jirot babbled a question towards Lucy, and waited expectantly.

“I see.”

“See?” Jirot asked.

“Yes.”

“No,” the girl replied, before cackling once again, staring up at her father expectantly, waiting for him to tell her off.

“You’re allowed to bully Lucy,” Adam said, rubbing the girl’s head. “Not as much as you bully me though.”

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Otkan gently rubbed Konarot’s head, watching over the triplets as the group enjoyed themselves. She noticed how Jarot glowed upon seeing his greatchildren, eventually taking Konarot from the old woman.

“Hmmm,” Jarot eventually said, while the group were all eating food. “I will stay at the shared estate for a short time.”

Adam wasn’t sure if he was allowed to do that, but he wasn’t going to tease the old man, not since it was still so soon after what happened. The group prepared to return, with Lucy saying her goodbyes to the Goblins, embracing them tight, before poking their noses.

“You need to bully your father more, otherwise he’ll become cringe,” the Demon Lord said.

“No,” Jirot replied, before widening her stance as she stared up at the woman. She smirked wide, before she rushed up towards her greatfather.

Jarot lifted the girl up, kissing her cheek, letting her melt up against him. Little Jarot waited patiently to be picked up, before the pair were tied into a leather contraption so Jarot could carry them both. Adam thought about helping him, but decided against it, instead following Jarot’s pace. Jarot was once swifter than him, but with his missing leg, the old man was much slower. Every other step, the sound of wood striking stone accompanied them, though it was eventually drowned out into the background.

“Do you think he’s really Jarot’s grandson?” Lucy asked.

“They are so similar,” Mara agreed.

“…” Lucy was pretty sure it was impossible, but wasn’t that why it was possible?

“Gurot!” Adam called out, the chonky boy yawning towards Adam, having just awoken from his nap. Adam lifted the boy up and hugged him close, gently swaying with him. “Oh dear!” Adam said, noting how full the boy’s clothy was. “Let’s get you all cleaned up?”

Jarot watched as Adam carried the boy away, slowly placing Jirot and Little Jarot down, the pair having fallen asleep within the leather contraption. “Does he spoil his Cousins too?”

“Yes,” Sonarot replied, knitting nearby, watching over the one year olds.

Jarot nodded, before his eyes fell across the group of one years olds. He looked to his own greatchildren, then his eyes went back to the one year olds. He leaned back and thought about what Adam had done for his companions, the weapons he had given up and gifted. A small smile appeared across his face, and he couldn’t help but imagine the chaotic future which lay ahead of the Iyr.

“Babo,” Konarot called, staring up at him, seeing the way he smiled.

“Yes?”

Konarot blinked, before she sat down beside him, staring down at the wooden leg. The old man, who had seemed like a wall, had returned to them looking so…

Small.

As the days passed, Adam continued to enchant and relax, alternating between the two. He would enchant every first, third, and fifth day of the week, completing one weapon a week, much to everyone’s surprise.

Adam took his triplets for a walk during his first break, allowing the twins to spend time with their greatfather, who couldn’t help but spoil them daily. Even though he was a crippled old man, he was still an Iyrman, and kept up with the boundless energy of the twins.

However, Adam wasn’t the only one spending time with the younger children.

“Raygak, come,” Jaygak called.

Raygak looked up at her, unsure of what she was planning. He rushed up towards her, however, since his elder sister had called. Jaygak reached down to her belt, and undid it, holding it out towards her brother.

“Yes?” Raygak asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

“You can carry it today,” Jaygak said.

Raygak blinked. He stared at the blade, a beautiful blade. He knew of its worth vaguely, since it was a weapon from Lord Strom. The Lord had lost it in a bet to Adam, who had gifted it to his sister and the Gak family. Apparently, it was a blade which was Legendary, though it was not yet quite that powerful. One needed to be worthy to use its full capabilities.

“I can?” Raygak asked, wondering if this was a prank.

“Don’t unsheathe the blade, and don’t let anyone else unsheathe it,” Jaygak said, rubbing his head. “You can let others hold it too, but you are to carry it.”

“Okay!” Raygak grabbed Stormdrake, his eyes shooting up to Jaygak, waiting for her to pull it back, before he slowly pulled the blade towards him. His eyes beamed down towards the weapon, which apparently was the greatest weapon within the Gak arsenal. Raygak held the blade to his chest, as though to hug it. His heart pounded with excitement.

Jaygak watched as the boy admired the blade, his eyes completely glued to it. Not only was there a deep joy, but his greedy thoughts slipped through, the boy imagining his future wielding such a grand weapon. Jaygak’s lips twitched into a smile, though her eyes remained without their typical playful light.

‘I was able to keep up with the likes of those four all thanks to him,’ she thought. ‘If it wasn’t for you, what could I have done?’ Jaygak thought of the Half Elf, who had done so much for her.

Stormdrake itself was an unbelievable gift. If Adam had given it to the Iyr, he would have been accepted into it with very little fuss. Yet, he hadn’t just given it to the Iyr, he specifically gave it to Jaygak. Perhaps he truly didn’t know of it’s great capabilities, but even after being warned of it several times, he had merely shrugged his shoulders.

Even after using her favour, and recalling Lord Stokmar’s request, she still hadn’t repaid the debt Adam had made. Even now, watching Raygak hold onto the blade, almost frozen in shock, how could she think to stop? She glanced over to the side, seeing that Taygak was staring their way. Jaygak held out a hand and motioned the girl to approach, so that she could admire the blade too.

‘What am I to do?’