The boy stood beside his father, his eyes sing the fields, where he watched as many of his elders worked. Though their faces and tattoos were unreisable, for the boy only recalled a handful of tattoos, ead every one of them adored the boy, though none adored him as much as his father.

  “Fieuhs,” the boy said, pointing at the fields, his head turning upwards towards his father, waiting his approval.

  “Yes, you are right,” the man replied, pg a hand on the boy’s head, brushing it gently.

  “Muntun,” the boy said, pointing towards the mountains to the side.

  “Yes, you are right,” the maed, patting the boy’s head again.

  “Fohr,” the boy said, pointing to the ground.

  “Yes, you are right,” the man replied, still patting the boy’s head.

  “Sky,” the boy said, pointing to the open sky.

  “Yes.”

  The boy fell silent, staring at the sky. He twitched as his father picked him up, causing him to stare at him in shock at first, before it turo delight. He started to giggle lightly, while his father stared into his eyes, seeing how joyful his son was.

  The boy’s father was tall and thicker than most Iyrmen, though not quite at the level where one might mention it. A thick beard covered his jaw, hiding much of his face. He wore a bde at his side. His tattoo was that of a purple five poiar with yellow flowers emanating out from it, something which filled the boy with such relief. There was aattoo which was familiar, though he rarely saw those of such a family, only when his father took him to see his aunt.

  The boy was heavier than most children at his age, for there were few children who ate as well as he did, and few children who ate all which was given to him. The boy had never made a fuss when it came time to eat, though that did lead to some trouble as the boy liked to put many things into his mouth.

  Tonagek raised his son further up towards the sky. “Do you see how far away the sky is?”

  The boy looked up towards the sky, which was so clear, and so… big. It was even bigger than the whole of the Iyr, which, to the boy, was his entire world. He reached up towards the sky. “Sky.”

  “You are so high up, but you ot reach the sky,” Tonagek said. “You are too small.”

  “Smoh,” the boy firmed, still reag up towards the sky.

  “You are small now, but one day you will be as tall as your father,” Tonagek said, pulling the boy to his chest, allowing the boy to cuddle up to him, the boy’s tiny, chubby hand clutg at his shirt.

  “One day you will go out into the world, a world full of danger,” the man said, his voice l slightly. “You must grow well, Danagek, so that danger will not trouble you.”

  “Mmm,” the boy replied, still embrag his father close, almost feeling his father’s heartbeat through the man’s shirt.

  “…” Tonagek kept his thoughts to himself. He did not want his son to grow strong, for if he grew strong, it meant he would e across such things which could challenge him.

  “Dada,” the boy called.

  “Yes?”

  The boy looked up towards his father before smiling wide, giggling lightly once more, before he pointed away. “Mama.”

  “Okay.” Touro leave, before noting a familiar faearby.

  “You have brought your son to watch the fields?” Gorot asked, the Iyrman taking a moment to rest.

  “Danagek likes the fields,” Tonagek replied. “Danagek, meet your papo.”

  Danagek looked up torot, a man he had barely seen, before returning back to his father’s chest. However, he he tattoo on the man’s forehead, that of a blue circle and blue diamonds, just like his aunt.

  “He is Gurot’s father,” Tonagek said, pointing towards the Iyrman.

  “Guwoh?”

  “That’s right, your cousin Gurot’s father,” Toated.

  The boy smiled shyly, before returning back to his father’s chest, before pulling his head back. The boy pointed away. “Guwoh?”

  “You wish to see Gurot?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want to see Gurot or your mother?”

  “Mama,” the boy replied, jabbing the air with his finger again.

  “Yrowing well, Danagek,” Gorot said, reag over towards the boy’s head, before realising his hands were dirty. “I will bring Gurot to py with you aime.”

  Tonagek bowed his head, allowing Gorot to take his break in peace, carrying his son back to their estate. On the way, he found another familiar face, though he allowed his son to point her out.

  Gorot let out a short sigh, sharing a ilk along with one of the other Iyrmen w the fields.

  “You have been w hard for the past few years,” Romajin said, sipping away at his own ilk. The horcish Iyrman would often trade pces with his wife when w in the fields, but as far as he was aware, Gorot almost always worked the fields.

  “Who does not work hard in the Iyr?”

  Romajin raised his brows expetly.

  “Nirot has her own tasks to plete,” Gorot replied.

  “The tasks of the Iyr will be pleted, but you have young children now,” Romajin said. “What of Gurot and Murot? Will they not see their father’s face?”

  “They see my fa the evening.”

  “They should see their father’s fa the sun.”

  “You are too young to be giving me such advice.”

  “Am I?” Romajin chuckled. “You should see my Ronajin, she is so small, I almost hold her in one hand. She smiles so much when she sees me.”

  “Is she well?”

  “She is well, just small,” Romajin replied, shrugging his shoulders.

  “She must not be well if she smiles when she sees you,” Gorot replied, finishing his ilk.

  Romajin howled with ughter, before returning to work with Gorot, though he noted how Gorot fell into deep thought while w.

  While Gorot thought about Romajin’s words to see his sons more often, a thought came to his mind. There was a young man who adored his children so much but also worked hard. Yet, even that young man took days off to py with his children.

  ‘What are they doing?’ Cobra thought, watg as Vonda and Adam stared down the knight who had e. ‘She’s not just any knight, she’s a knight uhe Marquise! You ’t offend her!’

  The city guards around watched the se tio unfold. The knights had caused quite a otion in front of the inn, while Adam and his panions tihe otion. However, they decided against interrupting just yet, si would have been awkward to deal with the Marquise before business was finished.

  The inn keeper watched with bated breath, her sooling at her forehead. Suddenly, the gem, which had felt so heavy in her pouch, felt heavier across her shoulders.

  Sir Olivia remained silent as she gred at the young woman in front of her, who was so eager to csh with her. The Order of Life’s Rose had been particurly iial across the nd, but at this moment, they wielded more influehan perhaps ever before, save for when a certain lie permeated through the entire nd. Even after the lie had been found out, they still held tremendous influenbsp;

  It was not just their influehat caused the knight to pause, but the fact they were no longer busy dealing with the two Kings who had finally e to an agreement. Now they were merely mediating over the agreed proposal, meaning the young woman here could indeed bring the order to act, if she truly meant what she was saying.

  The knight’s eyes theo Adam’s chest. The young man had hidden his amulet, something so inceivable, she wasn’t certain if her eyes were pying tricks on her. No priest hid their amulet, for it was a symbol of not just their faith, but their reason of being. Priests used the amulets to el their spells, and to hide their amulet, it was to shirk their Divine, and they would find themselves punished for the slight.

  The amulet was also certainly to that God. It wasn’t just any God, but the God of Death, the same God which the Iyrmen prayed to. Yet, he wore no tattoos over his forehead, though one of his panions was certainly an Iyrman. She vaguely recalled the rules when dealing with Iyrmen, which was to avoid them as best as one could, for dealing with Iyrmen was terrible business.

  Iyrmen, Aswadians of an order, and a Sister of Life’s Rose. Had it not been for the Marquise’s orders to procure the boy, even if it meant spilling blood and paying the appropriate penalties, she would have stepped back. She would do her duty, as her Lady wished.

  ‘Is she truly aiming to bee one of the Rays or Hopes?’

  It was this particur doubt which had caused her to pause even with the orders to do what she must to procure the boy. The boy was worth his weight in gold, and if the other nobles uood what he was, they would have already swarmed him.

  However, it seemed as though the boy had been cimed by the Order of Life’s Rose, and was already within their care. No, he hadn’t been cimed by the order, but by a business, which was somehow reinforced by the prestigious order. It was all so fusing and murky.

  ‘As long as we do not kill the Sister, our duty shall be fulfilled, and our souls safe,’ the knight thought.

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