“Mummy!” Jirot called out, pointing a finger at her mother threateningly. “Daddy say you must eat, okay? Is foh the baby, okay?”

“Okay,” Vonda replied, bringing a potato to her daughter’s lips, the girl quickly distracted by her favourite food.

Konarot held Adam’s hand, resting her head against his arm, her eyes glued to her younger sister and brother doting on the woman.

“You’ll have a new brother or sister soon, and papo Jurot is about to have a little boy or girl soon too, your cousin, your first cousin, your first first cousin?” Adam said, almost confusing himself. “We have to look after them, especially since you’re the oldest.”

“Okay, daddy.”

“Nana always looks after you, doesn’t she?”

“Yes.”

“The Iyr has always looked after us too, right? So we have to look after it as well.”

“Okay, daddy.”

Adam held his daughter’s hand, brushing along the back of her knuckles with his thumb. “You’re such a good girl, so I don’t have to worry at all, I know you’ll take good care of them.”

Konarot smiled, burying her head against her father’s arm, feeling his warmth, smelling his familiar scent. She gasped as she was hoisted up into her father’s arms, the older man unable to contain himself as he ruffled her hair and hugged her tight.

“I’ll definitely protect you all, my little babbies!” Adam peppered her eldest daughter with kisses, nuzzling against her nose, the girl smiling as she placed her head against his chest and sucked her thumb, her tail swaying lightly.

Jurot remained silent, thinking of Adam’s words. He wasn’t sure if Adam had let slip his worries on purpose, nor if the children understood what their father had admitted. Jurot’s heart throbbed as a darkness slipped further into it. ‘It will be fine.’

The morning routine of the business continued as normal after breakfast, with the children following Manager Dunes to begin their workout.

“Come on, Elsie,” Adam said, holding out his hand for the girl.

Elsie stared at the hand for a moment, before taking his hand, following after the half elf.

“Adam, you should take the Aswadian children with you too,” Vonda called out.

“Ah, right.” Adam glanced back towards the children. “Karim, Ali, Omer…” The trio of boys glanced upwards towards Adam upon hearing their names. “It’s time to…” Adam stared into their eyes, which didn’t recognise what he was saying.

“Karim, Ali, Omer,” Korin called out, before speaking in the Aswadian tongue, the young Oathsworn’s charming smile coaxing the children. It was only upon Bilal’s nod that the children followed after Korin.

‘I should learn the language. Should I take it now? Or should I pretend like I’m learning it and then take it later?’

Karim, Ali, and Omer each took to the workouts quickly, while Elsie followed with some effort. However, at one point in time the boys shifted to a set of lunges, while Dunes led the squats. The boys glanced between each other confused but followed in step with the rest of the children.

“They do it differently here,” Karim said to Bilal upon their return.

“The Priest is from the Order of Black Mountain, from the North,” Bilal explained. “They train differently there.”

“It is so diculous,” Ali said.

“Tickilus,” Omer agreed.

“Ridiculous,” Bilal corrected.

The children were then taken to bathe, including the new children, each watched over by their guardians, before they joined the rest of the children for tutoring. Dunes split them between age groups first, teaching them with stories first, before then focusing on more specific education.

The only children which didn’t join them were the six children who had come with the Iyrmen, each of whom were bullying their father with their cuteness.

“You are always killing hydras, daddy,” Jirot said, almost accusatory.

“What can I say? It seems that hydras are attracted to how handsome daddy is, but they don’t know I’m already mummy’s.” Adam shrugged his shoulders.

“Silly hydras,” Jirot said, oblivious to the redness of her mother, who couldn’t help but be embarrassed by how cringe their father was.

“That’s what I’m saying.”

“I saying it.”

“Yes, of course, because you are so smart.”

Jirot huffed. Her lips formed a small smirk, and the girl cackled lightly.

“Why doesn’t mummy tell you all about her adventure while daddy goes to check on the workers?” Adam said, standing slowly to try and peel himself away from his children, though it pained him so.

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Konarot stood, her younger siblings following after her, each staring expectantly at their father.

“Jirot, Jarot, will you stay with mummy and watch over her?” Adam asked.

“Yes! I can do it!” Jirot assured, standing up with a wide stance, ready to watch over her mother, her amber eyes resolute. Jarot stood up, beaming with glee towards his father, contrasting his sister’s aura of seriousness.

‘My kids! How can they be this cute?’

Adam walked through the fort, taking in the sight of the four Iyrmen on the walls, before stepping out of the fort to check on the workers who tilled the fields. ‘Eh?’ Adam continued to count, noting how many workers were upon the fields. ‘Oh, right…’

A particular older man panted while sitting to one side, wiping his brow, the old man’s shaking light as he sipped his water.

“What are you doing out here, Gimon?” Adam asked.

The old man turned to see the half elf, before he quickly tried to stand. “Oh, Executive, just takin’ a small break for some water. I’ll get ta work righty ho.”

“No need,” Adam said, reaching out toward the cup with a finger, chanting a word of magic, chilling the water slightly. “Though I would prefer it if you worked within the fort rather than in the fields. Farming is a young man’s game, we should be using your wisdom elsewhere.”

“My body’s still healthy,” Gimon said, quickly finishing the rest of his water, noting how cold it had become. He raised his brows in surprise, sipping the last few drops of water.

“I hope so. Will you walk with me? I’m showing my children, who may be the future Executives, about how the business works, and I wanted to take them to the village too.”

“Of course, Executive,” Gimon replied, still unsure of why he needed to walk along with them.

Adam led his children through the fields, half in thought about the work he needed to do for the various nobles across the land. ‘I probably don’t need to take too long to do it, but I should do it as soon as possible. I’ll need to make a bunch more fire swords for the auctions too, the Countess’ swords too. Thankfully her order’s the same as the normal swords, so it’s not that difficult.’

“Morning Executive, Little Bosses,” Remy called, tipping his hat towards them.

“Morning Little Bosses, Executive,” Jeremy called, also tipping his hat.

“Remy, Jeremy, how’s work?”

“Going good,” Remy replied.

“Doing as much as we can before we head out next month.”

“Holiday?”

“Nah, it’s our turn to take the sword out next month. We did it on the third month, sixth month’s our next go around, then the ninth.”

“Take the sword out?”

“For the auctions.”

“Oh, right, right, sorry. I forgot we had set that up.” Adam chuckled lightly. “Do you see, my adorable children? Look at how dependable our workers are! Of course, your father’s eyes are so amazing he can pick our great talents, but we shouldn’t forget how amazing our workers are! How dependable!”

For a moment, Remy thought Adam was poking fun, but an instant later he remembered who the half elf was. “Thank you kindly for your words.”

Adam waved his hand dismissively. “Kind words won’t feed your stomachs. Once this year’s done, I’ll see what I can do for our hard working workers. How’s the family?”

“They’re treated well in the business,” Remy said, tipping his hat again. “Can’t rightly complain.”

“Can you wrongly complain?” Adam joked.

“Can’t suppose I could.”

“If you do have any issues, let Manager Dunes know, or, of course, I’m here too so you can tell me.”

“Nothing I can think of,” Remy replied, throwing a look to Jeremy.

“No complains, Executive, but if I could borrow your ear?”

“Sure?”

Jeremy paused for a moment, wondering if he could mention it in front of the others. “Ya see… I’ve been wondering, that’s all, nothing too serious, about how I can earn me a magical weapon too.”

“A magical weapon?”

“Aye,” Jeremy said, clearing his throat awkwardly. “Not saying that you don’t treat us right, it’s just that, I’m hoping I can work harder so I can earn a magical weapon.”

“The magical weapon will come in time,” Adam assured. “You’ve been working with us for… almost five years now, isn’t that right?”

“Close to it.”

“Five years…” Adam thought to how much they did together. “Now that I think about it… Jeremy, Remy, were you both…”

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“How do I say this… does the name… Lady Elaveil, no, Lady Ulaveil mean anything to you.”

The cousins each tipped their hats, glancing towards Gimon, who glanced between them all.

‘Were they there then?’ “What does that name mean to you?”

“Of course, it’s the name of Lady Elaveil’s daughter.”

“Aye, it was an honour for us to be of service for her.”

‘It sounds like they were…’ Adam glanced between their eyes. “So… you guys were there with us, right?”

“Aye,” Remy finally dared said.

“You reached out to us when we were sinking.”

Adam flushed slightly, having forgotten that he had dove in for them when they had slipped between realms. “Right, right, aren’t I so amazing? Do you hear that Konarot? Your father is so amazing, even though he came third place in the tournament, isn’t he first place for being such a great person?”

Konarot held up a thumbs up for her father. “Good job, daddy.”

Adam closed his eyes, reaching up to his heart. First he had allowed the real sensation of pride flood through him, before he tempered it with his cringe. “Do you see that? My kid is so cute, even though I never gave her permission to be so cute!”

Remy and Jeremy, who had followed Adam all this way, and all this time, smiled. Not once had they regretted following Adam, even though adventuring with him had almost gotten them killed multiple times, but which within their families could ever claim to have slain as many hydras as them?

“Anyway, since we’ve been on quite some adventures together, I’ll pass on word to the Enchanter to see when we can schedule in some weapons for you. Since you’ve been with us from the beginning, along with Nobby, I should have considered you at first. I passed along weapons to Nobby and Brittany since their work is a little different, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Nothing like that,” Remy assured. “Don’t mind us.”

“Aye, I didn’t think of anything like that, Executive, I just… as yer showing off to your own children, I wanted to show off too.”

Adam smiled, reaching out to pat their shoulders. “You’re right. When you work for the United Kindom, you should show off to your kids!” He laughed, causing his children to laugh and giggle too, swept up in the atmosphere.

Adam waved as he left the farmers to their work, noting that Rick and John remained, the others had gone to Red Oak to auction the weapon. “Seeing you all work so hard so safely…” Adam paused, basking in what he had managed to accomplish, not by himself, but with his friends and family. “It brings joy to my heart. Don’t tell them that I said that, though.”

“I won’t,” Gimon assured.

“I don’t want any of you working too hard when it isn’t needed, though. Save your strength for when it’s really needed. If there’s nothing to do, then take a break. Take a break if you feel too tired too. If you’re working harder than the Executives, how can we justify our pay?” Adam huffed, flashing Gimon a smile.

“Of course, sir.”

A scream pierced the air.

“Do you hear that?” Adam asked, his heartbeat quickening, before he heard where the scream came from, and he calmed his heart.

“Yes?”

“A powerful scream like that, it could only come from one adorable little girl.” Adam puffed out his chest, crossing his hands behind his back as he approached the fort, the sobs and crying greeting him.