Omen: 1, 10

  Sonarot fed the Goblins, while the Dragons scarfed down the meat before them, tearing into it ravenously. The loud chewing sounds uled Lanarot, who climbed on top of Adam and held him close while he fed her.

  “My kids are so damn cute,” Adam said.

  “I did not expect you to have five children before the year’s end,” Vonda admitted. Deep within her heart she felt almost relieved Adam could still surprise her, something almost everyone else felt too.

  “Aren’t I lucky?” Adam replied, smiling at his friends.

  The smile was genuine, but they could see something on his face. It was a tension they had never seen before. Adam had felt different ever since losing to the strahey had met.

  No.

  Everyone had been different every sihey had e across that man. However, Adam now had something else to worry about. He, who had lost everything, now, finally, had something he could realistically lose.

  “Will you have time to make an inn when you have such cute children?” Vonda asked.

  Adam smiled. “I have to make the inn because now I have a family to support.”

  Vonda returned with a smile, though it was hidden behind her scarf. “With how much gold you have already made?”

  “Dragon children are hard to raise, Vonda,” Adam said. “I have to make sure they each have at least ten thousand gold before they tury.”

  “That is so long away.” Vonda was certain Adam could make thirty thousand gold in a single year sidering his ability with enting.

  “What do you mean it’s so long away? It’s only twenty years. Twenty years, Vonda.” Adam may have been a Half Elf, but he sounded more like a full blooded Elf.

  “Of course,” Vonda said.

  Naqokan was staring at the children. She had given Adam some space for some time, but to think he had mao gain five children so quickly. She frowned, but seeing how Adam cared for his children, she couldn’t help but smile.

  Elder Zijin arrived during breakfast, taking a bite of the food, whiumbed his lips. “I should take the little Dragons away so they be checked up.”

  Adam lifted his children up in his arms. “Daddy’s going to miss you all, but we have to make sure you’re all healthy. Be good for everyone, okay?”

  The Dragons purred up towards him sadly, which caused Adam to almost keel over in pain, the pain of allowing them to leave his arms.

  “They will be in good hands,” Zijin assured, before he reached out to take them.

  The Dragons looked up towards Adam, who brushed their heads, and slowly hahem to the Elder. “You don’t have to worry, my little babbies. Elder Zijin is a great guy, you trust him.”

  The Dragons tio purr sadly, but they climbed on top of Elder Zijin, almost like cats. Their talons clutched at his clothing, two of the Dragons against his arms, the st ed around his shoulders. They looked to their father with sad eyes.

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  “I’ll carry them,” Adam finally said, before the Dragons quickly leapt over to him, and g to him.

  “Okay,” Zijin said, sighing, but allowing Adam to take them. He led the group forward, making his way through the tunnels of the Iyr, to where Entalia was.

  The Drago up onto their mother, and purred happily, though she did not give them the satisfa of her affe.

  “Make sure you be good for mama,” Adam said, brushing their heads tenderly.

  “I ’t be their mother, Adam,” Entalia said, eyeing up Elder Zijin.

  “Be their mother for the few days, before you leave,” Adam said. “Please, Entalia.”

  “I ’t.”

  Adam frowned. ‘How strong do I o be in order to…’ He let the thought go, thinking about how strong the Iyr was, and what secrets it may hold. ‘I should focus on iing into the Iyr. Should I marry into it?’

  The Half Elf left the Dragons be, going to ent.

  Meanwhile, Sonarot had goo the Rot family estate, taking Lanarot with her so she could py with her extended family.

  “You want us to accept Adam’s children into the family?” Mulrot, the Family Elder, asked.

  Sonarot sipped her tea, before pg down her cup. “Yes.”

  “Are you sure it is not a whim of his?” Mulrot was trying to navigate this as cautiously as she could, but it was a troublesome matter when it came to Adam.

  “Does it matter?” Sonarot replied, staring into Mulrot’s eyes, w if she would dare to deny it.

  Mulrot was at a loss at the response, especially with how firm Sonarot was. “Have you already accepted them?”

  “Of course.”

  “Why?”

  “I must.”

  “Why must you?”

  Sonarot thought about how much she should say, not wanting to reveal too many of Adam’s secrets. “The Iyr is a stable foundation, and it always has been for we Iyrmen.”

  Sonarot looked into her tea, seeing her refle. “I grew up within these walls, with my family to guide me, and the Iyr to support me whenever I required it. I learnt the sword when I was a girl, as a Gek should, but I learnt the other ons too. I was one of the few Rage Dancers of my family, and I could only do so because I was within the Iyr. I learnt the axe too, of course, and when I was a woman, with my own child, I knew he would grow up well.”

  Mulrot sipped her own drink, the same tea she had poured for Sonarot, though her own had beeened slightly more. She, too, had grown up well, and it was only thanks to the Iyr. She, who had not been born a Rot, was the Rot Family Elder, and Sonarot, who had not been born a Rot, was the Rot Family Head. Sonarot’s daughter did not known her father, ahere was no doubt that the girl would grow well, only because of the Iyr.

  “For Adam, whose life is so unstable, what should I do other than to be his stable foundation?” Sonarot asked.

  Mulrot did know Adam’s story, though she was certain there was something more to the Half Elf. Yet, she did not pry, because it was not good to pry into such things. “If you are willing to go so far I do not o accept them.”

  “You must,” Sonared. “I am not the only member of the Rot family. They do not know him as Jurot and I do. He has not yet asked us to accept them a I am sure he already feels as though he is taking advantage of us.”

  “Is he not?”

  “He leaves to adventure, aurns with gifts for our families. He, who saved my Jurot’s life, has allowed my son to bee an Expert so quickly. He, who has shared his knowledge with our Churot, the Iyr’s first Scribe Mage. He, who has supported Kitool and Jaygak, even handing my niece a on which is sidered to be Legendary.”

  Mulrot sighed. There was nothing she could say to refute Sonarot’s words. “It will be difficult for them to accept it when he chooses to remain so distant with the Iyr.”

  “He chooses to remain distant with the Iyr, but not with our family,” Sonarot corrected. “I am certain they will accept the matter ohey know Adam as I do.”

  “I ake such a promise,” Mulrot replied.

  Adam returned in the evening to see his Goblin children, both of whom were sleeping silently in their baskets. They were so small, smaller than any of the children here, whrowing so quickly.

  ‘Stronger,’ Adam thought. ‘Stronger.’

  Jurot returned with Jaygak and Kitool, who had begun w the same day Adam had decided to ent for the Iyr. They worked hard on chopping down wood for the Iyr’s expansion.

  “There’s nothing like a hot spicy pepper after w hard,” Jaygak said, biting down into a pepper.

  “There’s nothing like ing bae to my adorable kids after w hard,” Adam retorted.

  Jaygak narrowed her eyes at him, w why he was starting a fight. “I’d rather eat this pepper than your children.”

  “What do you mean you…” Adam stopped. “No, wait…” He furrowed his brows at her while she smirked. “Well, yeah?”

  “Have you thought of their names?” Kitool asked.

  “No,” Adam admitted. “I’m not really sure what to hem. I don’t want them to hem anything ge, so I’ve been thinking about it for a while. Plus, they’re Goblins, so I’m not sure how to hem. Do you guys have any ideas?”

  Jurot wiped his mouth after he was done sipping his soup. He thought for a moment, and it all felt so dirty. It was not because they were Goblins, since he did not care for their race, as they were Adam’s children. However, the Goblins would bring no glory to the Rot family when they would be adopted into it. He did not care, sihey were Adam’s children, and his nephew and niece, but there were special siderations to take into at.

  Jurot, for once, had to politic. “Jirot for the girl, Jarot for the boy.”

  Everyone had heard the words, from Adam’s panions, to the Iyrmen nearby.

  “I ’t hem after the Rot family,” Adam said, quickly, suddenly being drowned in his nerves.

  “Why not?”

  “I’m not a member of the Rot family.”

  Jurot crossed his arms. “Are they not my nied nephew?”

  “Well, yeah, but…” Adam could feel it, the gazes of the Iyrmen about him. He swallowed, trying to think about how to deal with the situation. He hew of the Rot family, sure, but the only members he was really close with were Jurot and Sonarot.

  There was Nirot, Turot, and Jarot too, though he was not quite as close with them. Not just that, but to name a child after Jurot’s grandfather, it felt awkward. It was a btant way of saying he was going to stick to the family.

  “Adam,” Jurot said, calmly. “You think too much.”

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  Oh no.

  Politics?

  In my power harem fantasy?

  NOOOO!