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[1390] – Y06.290 – A Man of Trouble X
🕑 Added 2025-10-04 17:00:12 +0000 UTCMira listened intently to Jurot’s words, she had to, for she had lost so brutally against him. However, after hearing his tale, his feats, and the feats he did not speak, she understood why she had lost to him.
‘So you were related to the Butcher?’ The half dragon grew annoyed with the fact she had held back, even slightly, but she understood that nothing would have changed, since the young man had also held back, making that quite obvious with his eyes, and that borderline cheeky smirk that threatened to encroach on his face.
“Since you are so strong, you should become my mate!” Mira finally declared, for though she was not the granddaughter of the Mad Dog, she had the right attitude.
Jurot, ready to refuse, felt a chill emanating from beside him, as his brother glared at him, sending out a threat towards the Iyrman. “You are not built like a c-,”
“Jurot!” Adam called out, holding out a hand to slap his brother, though his face remained flushed, almost stunned by the Iyrman’s words. ‘Seriously, man!’
“You wish to refuse?” Mira growled lightly, though kept her tone playful. “Our children will grow up as the strongest of their generation.”
Jurot’s eyes slowly trailed to the side to find his brother smirking towards him, the young Iyrman closing his eyes as he crossed his arms. “You speak such words because you have not met my children. Damrot, my eldest, is meek, but he is intelligent and wise. Monarot, my youngest, is also so wise, and she is well built. My third daughter, Amal, is-,”
“Are you picking a fight?” Adam asked, leaning in towards his brother, his eyes wide.
Jurot held the shadow of a smile on his face, peeking towards his brother, before returning back to his thoughts. “My children shall grow into the greatest of their generation… if they so wish.”
“If they so wish? If you aren’t confident, you should become my mate, and I will guarantee it.”
“If Jurot can’t guarantee it, there’s no way you can,” Adam said, his words cutting like a blade, his eyes sharp, narrowed and focused upon the half dragon.
“You are strong enough too, you may marry my younger sister, who is as wild as I, and she will reach the title of Expert in the next few years,” Mira assured, still grinning proudly, even as the half elf glared towards her.
“I’m already married to the most wonderful wife, so your sister cannot have such a fortune as to marry me,” Adam replied, grinning wide, daring to face against the half dragon within her own village.
“If you do not wish for such fortunes, then I will just pity you, who do not know of the fortunes we offer.”
“I am certain that your offer is great, it is just that, we are in that kind of position,” Adam said, stressing the words carefully, still grinning wildly.
“What kind of position is that?”
“You can certainly smell our magical equipment, you have already seen how powerful my brother is, but even Kitool and I are considered equal to him, then we have Taygak, who is still in her early teens, and yet is unrivalled at her age, and perhaps even those a half decade older, and not to mention our beautiful wives, each of whom hold such great titles.”
“What great titles are these which could compare to the likes of I, Mari, daughter of Manixzur!”
“A Ray of Life’s Rose, and someone titles the Greatest Baker,” Adam replied with the smile of a fool, but the smile that also held far too much arrogance.
“I see, you do not wish to marry me because you have already married a Ray of Life’s Rose,” Mari said, with the understanding she had to retreat, for it was difficult to speak poorly of those of Life’s Rose.
“No,” Jurot said. “My wife is the Greatest Baker.”
Mari blinked, as well as the various other half dragons, who finally saw the smile upon the Iyrman’s face, as though he was truly the luckiest man alive. Adam’s jaw tensed, doing his absolute best not to laugh out loud, wanting to savour the scene of his brother acting all adorably.
“You do not wish to marry me because you married a baker?”
“The Greatest Baker,” Jurot confirmed.
Mari could finally feel it, the rage within her heart, beginning to burst out, her entire face growing darker, the woman reaching for her greatsword, though she let out a long sigh, since he had already defeated her so thoroughly.
‘Ah…’ Mari’s eyes then fell on the fool of a half elf. “You married a Ray?”
Adam burst out into laughter, revealing the fact he was truly his grandfather’s grandson, the half elf grinning wildly. “So I did! This fool managed to marry a Ray! Though my wife is the wisest, this time, I don’t know what happened, but I won’t deny such great luck! Truly, aren’t I the luckiest man alive?”
“If you are a follower of the Lord of Death, the Deathsinger’s Lord of Death, then you must be strong, or perhaps she fell for you because you are acceptable in appearance?”
“Of course, I am rather handsome, I’m rather strong, and I’m quite rich, perhaps it was all of those in combination that managed to seduce my wife…” The half elf’s smile faded slightly, his cheeks flushing slightly. “Although, I suppose she said it was because I have a decent heart…”
Mari blinked once more, doing her best to keep up with his pace, for the half elf may have been a fool, but every so often he slipped into a particular type of behaviour where he went from an arrogant fool to a rather endearing fool.
“You are the Deathsinger’s brother?” the younger sibling, Mariam asked.
“I am.”
“How did that come to pass?”
“I…” Adam wondered how much he should say. “His mother adopted me into the family…”
“His mother?”
Adam flushed red, clearing his throat lightly. “Aunt Sonarot, she accepted me into her family, and then many others of the family. The Mad Dog is my grandfather, but so is Flame Brand.”
“Flame Brand is your grandmother?” Mirac asked, unable to contain his question, staring at the half elf with a keen eye.
“Since I call her grandmother and she calls me grandson, I am her grandson, she is my grandmother.” Adam held Mirac’s gaze, his eyes darkening slightly.
‘The Deathsingers have leashed him?’ Mirac’s thoughts considered the half elf, the arrogance, the way he spoke, and not just that, but the way he seemed to act a fool. It was certain, this half elf was someone who was strong, and not just a little strong, but the kind of strong that beget this kind of company.
“You stated you were strong…”
“Yeah,” the half elf replied.
“How strong are you?”
“I… I cannot speak. If I speak, I will be in big, big trouble,” the half elf replied, heavily accented, shaking his head slightly.
“My brother is considered alongside Lion King Ashmir and Raining Bow Sokikez,” Jurot stated proudly, showing off his brother to the villagers.
Mirac’s eyes darted to Jurot, who spoke such insane words, then towards Ashmir and Sokikez, each of whom remained at ease. If anyone else had spoken the words, they would not have believed them, but Deathsingers did not lie. It was something which was engrained across the lands, from Aldland to Aswadasad, even beyond, and even the dragons knew of their reputation, almost a vow made to the world. Many a dragons have found their lives lost due to such a vow, but many more lived for centuries longer, thanks to the word of a Deathsinger.
“Who was the greatest figure you have defeated thus far?” Mira asked, considering the Deathsinger’s words, for even she was not so foolish to ignore them.
“I’ll probably be in trouble to mention the strongest figure I’ve defeated, so if it is fine with you, I will mention the second strongest,” Adam said, leaning back within his chair, wincing slightly as he remembered that heavy sword. “The second greatest figure I have defeated is Sir James Greatwood of High Garden.”
Mirac could hear the disdain in the half elf’s tone when he mentioned the title of Sir, but he tried to recall what High Garden was. High Garden, the new Order made up of the Orders which were a part of South Aldland, now Floria. Sir James Greatwood.
“You might know him as Kal Yamas Greatwood of the Thousand Hunts,” Adam said casually, before feeling a great oppressive energy press against him, though it instantly disappeared, the half elf ignoring the dragon who had threatened him out of utter shock. He noted the look in Mirac’s eyes, as well as those within the other half dragons. ‘It really does feel good to show off, huh?’
“You defeated Sir Yamas?” Mirac asked, almost certain he had revealed himself to be a Paragon a few years ago.
“I killed him,” the half elf confirmed.
“What?”
