The Chief and the Great Elders were still on edge. If Entalia was here, they would still be on edge, ready for a fight, but there was a bigger issue.

For some reason, Sonarot kept her daughter here. Lanarot was staring up at the beautiful Elf, reaching up towards the woman who sat opposite her, babbling.

“I would like an enchantment which will allow the blade to set ablaze with every swing,” she said, her eyes glued to his, trying to ignore the little girl who was babbling at her.

“Fire,” Adam said, looking down at the Sapphicule. “It doesn’t really match this one though.”

“You can’t enchant it to be blue fire?” Entalia asked, her voice full of sarcasm as she teased the boy.

“Oh,” he said. “That makes sense. It’s a popular enchantment, and easy enough to do. I’ll do my best to make you a great weapon.”

“The shortsword is a gift to my friend’s daughter, so I hope you will put in the most effort for that,” Entalia said, smiling.

“You have friends?” Adam asked, raising his brows. He couldn’t let her tease him so freely in front of his Aunt without at least firing back once.

“I thought you wanted to be friends with me?” Entalia asked, tilting her head playfully.

“I guess you’re right,” Adam replied, smiling. “I’ll make the shortsword amazing, I can guarantee you that.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Entalia said, before throwing Lanarot a look. Since she had completed her task here, and that the Iyrmen weren’t currently trying to kill her on sight, she reached out a hand to Lanarot.

Lanarot grabbed the woman’s finger in her hand and started to laugh, babbling away as though trying to talk with her.

“Since you’re here and we’re friends, will you show Lanarot your Dragon form?” Adam asked, leaning in with his pleading eyes staring up at the woman.

“Show her my Dragon form?” Entalia asked, looking down at the girl. “Why should I do that?”

“I think it’s very beautiful,” Adam replied, simply. “I want to show my sister something cool.”

“You haven’t even seen my Dragon form,” Entalia replied, narrowing her eyes at him.

“Perhaps not in this life, but I did in my last life and it was so beautiful,” Adam said. “I even got to ride you.”

The Great Elders, Elder Zijin, and the Priests each raised their brows in alarm with what Adam said.

“Don’t say such misleading things!” Entalia growled at him, causing Lanarot to stare up at her. “If other people find out, it’ll ruin my reputation.”

“I definitely won’t tell anyone,” Adam said, glancing around to look at the Great Elders, winking at them. “So you’ll definitely let my adorable little sister see your beautiful form and ride you, right?”

“Seeing me is one thing, but riding me…” Entalia narrowed her eyes. “Have you forgotten I’m a great Dragon? Not just anyone can ride me.”

“And my little sister is not just anyone,” Adam replied.

The Chief and the Great Elders had recently heard a few things about Adam, but this was something new. They didn’t know that Adam was someone like that.

‘Are his thoughts only about his little sister?’ Chief Iromin thought. He recalled how he came here to do so much for his little sister who hadn’t even been born.

Then there was the matter of bringing back so many gifts, which was something which caused some worry to Elder Gold, especially considering how useful Dragon scales were. For children to have multiple Dragon scales from the same Dragon, it was nearly unheard of.

“You’ll do that since you’re my friend, right?” Adam said, leaning in, staring deep into Entalia’s eyes.

“Who said we were friends?” Entalia asked.

“Well, if you don’t want to be my friend, then that’s a shame. Even though I had so many secrets to share.” Adam shrugged his shoulders, pulling back, taking a sip of some tea on the table, taking a bite of the snacks.

Entalia rolled her eyes. “Why do I smell so much heavy magic on you anyway?” Entalia asked.

The Iyr had made her senses go wild. There was something which had distorted her in this place, and there was something which was looking at her from all over, something unseen, something great and powerful.

She knew that Baktu favoured the Iyrmen, and she had heard the tales from her own kin, from her ancestors, about old rituals they once partook.

‘I really don’t like it here.’

“So much heavy magic?” Adam asked.

Entalia leaned in to sniff at him, before her eyes fell down, towards his waist. She reached down towards where she could smell the pleasant scent and grabbed it.

“Entalia?” Adam asked, his eyes wide. “What the hell are you doing in front of my sister?” He glared at the Dragon.

Lanarot clapped her hands and stared at Entalia and then to Adam, babbling in joy.

“I’m just-“ Entalia began, gripping it harder.

“Let. Go.” Adam continued to glare down at her.

The Silver Dragon, seeing that there were so many people around, each eager to kill her, she pulled her hand away from it.

“Thank you.”

“Hand me your sword,” she said, extending her hand. The handle, made of white wood, was so hard and yet so soft, so good to the touch.

“No,” Adam replied.

“Why not?” She frowned.

“It’s not a part of the deal,” Adam replied, simply. “I let any of my friends play with my sword.” Adam paused for a moment, before biting into a snack. ‘Phrasing.’

“I just want to see it,” Entalia pleaded, frowning at the Half Elf.

Entalia was a beautiful woman, and though her frowns struck his heart, he did not weaken under her gaze.

“I am sure you just want to see it, just like how you just wanted to see Prince Aksak’s sword, and then oops,” Adam said, sitting up straighter. “Where did the sword go? The sword which had been in his family for hundreds of years? Oh, it seems that his sword was no longer his own, and was in the grasp of a beautiful woman’s hand on her pile of gold and gems.”

“It doesn’t lay on my pile of gold and gems,” she replied, indignantly. “What a terrible waste. Also, I didn’t steal it, I just borrowed it for a little while.”

“Uhuh,” Adam replied, shaking his head. “Either way, this sword of mine is quite precious, and I’m not going to let you borrow it.”

“I just want to see it,” she said, pouting up at him and fluttering her lashes.

“Are you going to give it back right away when I ask?” Adam asked.

“I will,” she said. “I am surrounded by Iyrmen, so I can’t start any trouble.”

“You could, but the price of it would be quite high.”

“So…” She held out her hand.

Adam sighed, handing the blade over to her.

Entalia grabbed the sword and held it in her hands, admiring it. It was such a beautiful sword, one made of such fine materials, and the enchantment…

She inhaled its scent, before her eyes turned silver for a moment as she gazed upon it, before she blinked and her eyes returned to the emerald he was used to.

“What a beautiful sword,” she said, sliding a hand along the blade. “Well made, and enchanted so finely. It’s enchantments, considering that it is only Minor Rank, are so powerful. Whoever made it must have been a great enchanter.”

Adam exchanged a look with the other Iyrmen as he picked up his sister and leaned in to let her place with his ears. She grabbed at them and squeezed, tugging gently. Adam winced slightly, but let her play with them.

“Where did you find this blade?” Entalia asked, her eyes flashing towards Adam. If she knew where he found it, she could have a chance to find this enchanter to speak with, and probably, abduct. She wondered if Adam would fall for it.

“I didn’t find it anywhere,” Adam replied, simply. “I made it.”

Entalia stared into his eyes. “You did what?”

“I made it,” Adam said, smiling.

“You made this?”

“Yes.”

“You told me that you couldn’t make decent magical enchantments!” Entalia complained.

“Well, I somehow did it.” Adam shrugged his shoulders. “I’m not sure what to tell you.”

“But this… this isn’t just a magical weapon, it’s something that might be unrivalled in its Rank.” Entalia stared at Adam. He was quite the enigma, but there was no way that he could make such a powerful blade.

Then she looked to the Iyrmen.

‘If it was using the Iyrmen’s shrines, then…’

“It is an amazing weapon. How did you manage to make something like this?” Entalia asked, her eyes glued to Adam’s.

“I just made it. It took a lot of time, effort, and lots of love, and really good dice rolls.” Adam smiled.

Entalia sighed. Of course he wouldn’t tell her. “Can I have it?” she asked, slowly pulling the sword closer to her chest.

“No.”

“Why not? Aren’t we friends?” She tilted her head and pouted again.

“What are you going to give me?” Adam asked, leaning in, feeling her grip on his ear.

“Why are you asking for something? Don’t be so kunjas!” the Dragon grumbled.

Kunjas was Drakken for one who was stingy.

“You are going to call me kunjas?” Adam asked, brow raised.

“Come on!” She clutched it tight to her chest.

Adam reached over towards her chest, considering she reached down towards him. “Let go.” He grabbed the middle of the sword, feeling the heat of the woman against his hand.