"Open up. It’s me." Lith said, proud and pissed off equally.
"If it’s really you, then how much will it cost one Skinwalker armor?" Tista’s voice asked.
"I’m not going to sell them. I like my monopoly as it is." Lith replied while holding back his surprise.
’Tista came home before me, yet she isn’t supposed to be here. She should be waiting for Solus in the woods with Nyka. What’s going on here?’ He thought.
The door opened into the hallway, revealing a room filled with people armed to the teeth with Alchemical tools provided either by the Kingdom or Lith himself. Kamila had her army amulet active and was keeping a tactical team on stand-by while Raaz was holding the panic button the Queen’s corps had given them years ago.
"Relax, everything is fine." Lith said. "It was just a recruiter from a guild of pompous idiots. She’s gone now, I sent her away and told her to fu...."
Only when he was about to swear did Lith remember about the kids and notice that they were nowhere to be seen, along with Elina.
"Where’s Mom?" Lith asked.
"In the cellar with the kids, in case things went badly." Raaz replied.
He opened the hatch hidden under a carpet in the kitchen, letting out Elina, Aran, Leria, Zinya, and a couple of unknown kids. They were a boy and a girl, respectively around eight and ten years old.
Zinya’s children were scared, whereas the Verhen kids were too young to understand danger and had never faced any hardship. They were laughing, relaxed as if they had just finished playing hide and seek.
"Is there something wrong?" Kamila asked. After aborting the rescue request and turning her amulet off, she had noticed that Lith was frozen stiff.
’Everything is wrong!’ He thought.
"No. Just I’m surprised. I didn’t expect to find Zinya here. Why didn’t you tell me?" He actually said after taking a deep breath to calm down.
"Because I wanted to surprise you." She giggled. "To my defense, I told you that I wanted to introduce someone to you. Lith, these are Frey and Filia, my nephew and niece. Kids, this is Lith, a friend of your aunt."
"Hi, uncle Lith." Frey said with a very serious face while extending his small hand, pushing Lith one step closer to panic. Kamila had told him earlier that this was a family dinner and putting the two families around the same table could only mean one thing.
"Mom and auntie talk a lot about you." The kid was too rigid and the speech too formal to not be rehearsed.
"Nice to meet you, Frey." Lith said, noticing that the mood in the room was as serious as he feared and that his sisters were barely holding their laughter in. They seemed to find the word "uncle" hilarious.
After they shook hands it was Filia’s turn. She gave Lith a clumsy curtsy before saying:
"Hi, uncle Lith. Can I ask you to make some toys for us now or do I have to wait until you marry Auntie like Mom says?"
Kamila and Zinya turned bright red while his sisters emitted the kind of choked noise a balloon losing air makes. The war against laughter was about to be lost.
"Toys!" Leria came to his rescue, pulling him by the leg. "Before leaving, you had promised us presents, where are they?"
’You knew about this?’ Lith asked while noticing a vast assortment of Forgemastered toys where only empty space was supposed to be. ƒreewebɳovel.com
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