"If it is not... then why Type almost went through the same situation my wife would have gone through..." Mew chokes up. "The same fate... it is all because of me..."

"Emperor, are you listening to yourself? Type did not! Your wife did not! They are both fine. Nothing happened."

"But..."

"No buts. Nothing happened. They were targeted because they had a womb and that is the only thing connecting your wife and Type... it has nothing to do with you!"

Mew is still not convinced.

"Okaaaaaay! I am up, I am up." Type wakes up to angry toothless bites of Matt on his nose and of course on his lips! What is with the Kirigun family!

Matt is surely scolding him non-stop in his highly pitched squeaks and mewls.

"Baby is mad you left." Thanya pitches in, her little head on her palms as she looked up at him.

Matt is really trying to suffocate him with all his tiny body. It is like having a squishy octopus on his face. It is not helping that Matt is so small that he straddling his neck.

"Mattie... leave Uncle Type alone!" P'Win has a platter of fruits in his hands.

"Eeeeek!" More toothless bites on his nose.

Type finally sits up, wiping drool off his face, apologizing profusely for leaving last time without saying goodbye.

"Matt can hold grudges for long." Win quips. "I can too."

"Sorry." Type says. He has hurt them by leaving that evening but looking back, he still thinks he has done the right thing. He has been getting punished for something he has had no idea of doing.

He could have stayed and things would have gone sour. Now at least they have a better understanding of the situation.

"Is it coz we are a bad family?" Thanya asks almost pouting.

"What!!! No! Why would you say that?" Type looks down at Thanya who has the saddest pout ever.

"Mama Mi said. I heard. Scolding Daddy and Papa. We are being bad family to P'Tharn. I do not know what that means." Thanya shrugs. She does not.

But knows enough to know that they did something wrong to P'Type and that's why P'Tharn is not coming home.

"P'Max also said, we stabbed you in the back." Thanya remembers. Trying to lift his shirt... no doubt to check for wounds.

"Pst! Do not worry about it, child. Nothing is going on. P'Type went to stay with a friend. Techno. You will love him." Type hands over Mattie to his mom, so he could freshen up, Thanya quickly following him.

Kirigun family does not understand privacy too because P'Win is also soon following him to the bathroom.

"I am not running away." Type says.

"How would we know? One moment you were chatting up with my kid, then you are gone; vanished."

Yup. He deserves that.

They all watch as he brushes, washes his face and... listens while he pees and poops in toilet.

Maybe he should just fart loudly and be done with it but... he has some sense of shame left.

"P'Type?"

"I am here, Thanya."

Sigh!

"Leave that kid alone!" Mama G comes glaring at all of them for pestering Type but... he is no good either. "I was worried you would still be there."

See what he means.

"Are they back?" Type asks and he receives a shake of head. He has received occasional messages from Tharn, mostly pleasantries; nothing that would reveal where they were or what they were doing.

"Mama, are we bad family to P'Type?" Thanya asks bluntly and Type almost expects Mama to tell her off but...

"Yes. So, lets behave better, yeah?"

"Okay."

That is that.

Matt has gone back to chewing his own fist... so he will take it as an 'Yes.'

They have a hearty breakfast and if Mama Mi is being extra negligent and ignoring him... he knows the reason now.

"I am fine, you know." Type says while clearing the table.

"Of course." Mild takes the plates to the valets' cart and rings the bell.

The wavering of the lips is enough to let Type know the mother is filled with overwhelming guilt.

"Isn't it tradition for the boy's family to give his faen a tough time?" Type asks jokingly. "You know to assess and evaluate the... situation."

"Not in this family... well... it is now, I guess." Mild sniffles.

"It is fine, Tharn's Mama Mi..." Type takes the palm in his. "It's truly fine. Tharn was more angry than upset. He knows."

"yeah." Mild says meekly, gulping down his emotions.

His son.

He should have...

Well... he has gone and done the exact same thing his own mother-in-law did. How he is any better? His son had brought his faen to his home and... well...

"I wouldn't have stayed here last night if... I do not understand you, Tharn's mother. Also, you know your son... do you think, he would let me stay here if he thought I was not welcome? Leave it. "

"Just mother is fine." Mild finally looks at him, with tear-filled eyes. "I... well... you are... well... just mother is fine."

Mild gives him two pats on his cheeks affectionately and rushes off to hold his emotions down.

Sigh!

After a too long stare down from Papa Siwat, followed with a tight nod... Type thinks maybe he is... accepted in this family.

At least as a faen or a close friend.

Definitely, it would still be a challenge when Tharn proposes.

What!!!

If... if... Tharn proposes.

Not that Tharn would.

If he does, Type would say 'no'.

"You are a stupid, dummy." He sends a message to Techno, just because he could.

"Likewise, slut from another hut". Receives in an instant.

He gets to do nothing in this place though.

He has eaten more food than he has ever done at a time and he is poking his own round belly and Matt comes with his own round belly full of breast milk... now they are both lying on the back rubbing their round tummies...

What else is to do here!

Then Matt decides to pee all those milk on his chest... so they have to take a bath... Matt being cleaned by Win.

Nothing much to do.

He misses Tharn.

"Play cards?" Thanya comes, shuffling her cards like a magician would. P'San is an amazing teacher, by the way.

Unlike the previous times, Thanya is letting Type win. It is not as easy as it seems. Thanya knows all the tricks under the Sun and competitive as hell. Last time... he was sitting duck.

But...

"Is this the card, Mattie..." Thanya pulls the card Matt is chewing and throws it to the pile. No problem, the little one picks another one and start chewing on it earnestly.

"Aww... you won, P'Type." Thanya says, dropping her cards.

Trying too hard to be a good family.

Pst!

It is too sweet that his teeth hurt and it is not helping that Matt is so cute and chubby!

Maybe a little bite would not hurt.

He opens his mouth wide and tries to bite the chubby hands... "You bite my baby, you and I are gonna have trouble."

Win comes in scowling but Type is too tempted.

Come on!

It is too soft and chubby!

"Type..." Win warns.

But Type just leans in and gives a bite, covering his teeth with his lips.

God! The relief he has felt.

Matt doesn't mind but Win still comes and knocks his head.

"Hmistoosquizy." Type says around a mouthful.

"I can't leave my baby with any of his uncles!!!"

Thanya giggles loud.

"When are we meeting the father of this cinnamon bun?" Type asks, pecking Matts's cheek.

"He is coming. I told him all about you. P'Bai cannot wait to meet you. You will like him. Please like him. All my brothers are stupid. P'Bai is the best... He is so kind, generous and... I miss him so much. He could not come to the festival because of some political matter but he would be here in a few and stay here for at least a week..."

Win blushes at his own rambling.

"No promises, P'Win. I mean... I could be Matt's father easily. I mean he is so cuteeeee... Look at him. Look at him!!! He could be all mine! He is sooo squishyyy! I could gobble him up!"

"You already have my brothers' heart, my sister is learning to pronounce words so she could propose you... now you are after me also?" Win teases.

"If I could take a pick... I would be picking..." Type tries to tease back but he notices how Little Thanya perks up waiting expectantly. "I would pick Thanya... because it would be an honour." Type says with a wince.

Thanya squeals, jumping to him, hugging him tight.

"We are going to eat you alive, Type." Win giggles but soon loses his smile a bit. "You know, my Guardian... he... is just too possessive and protective of his family. You know... Please do understand..."

Type waves it away. "Fathers do what father oughta do. Wait till Tharn meets my father."

"Ohooo, that bad?" Win asks.

"The worst... as soon as he knows I love your brother... he is going to be difficult." Type knows. His father always stands against his wishes and love.

"But you love me, P'Type." Thanya reminds with a frown.

"Of course I do... Marriage is different, though but let's wait till you spell that word."

Thanya is not convinced but she nods.

"Sooo... love? Marriage? Huh?" Win teases and Type's face burns like fire... He sputters as Win laughs at his misery.

"Well, I do not know about anyone else but... you are perfect for my little brother... never seen him so content and calm and happy... at peace you know. Just... be kind on him if you cannot handle him no more. Tharn could be a little too much when he gets emotions involved. I... wish it is easier for him... Tharn is so..."

"Tharn is perfect." Type quickly responds, blushing when Win stares at him. "He is perfect... just too naïve like a Puppy."

"Naïve like a Puppy is not the words to describe Tharn, Type."

"Well he is..." Type gulps. "He is to me." He ends up whispering.

"Then I have nothing to worry about my brother." Win beams. "So, about my P'Bai... he is the..."

Type could listen to their love story over and over again... A love, so fit for a drama.

And he cannot believe Tharn is the villain of their love story. He expected the Emperor to be so possessive of his oldest son but... since it is an arranged marriage, approval of the Father is expected.

"So, I am not letting you sleep with my brother." Win finishes the story and Type doubles over laughing.

"He banned your faen from the palace?" Type asks laughing, patting sleeping Matt's thighs when he stirs. "Over chastity? Seriously? Tharn?"

"Yes!!! So, I pledged, I would make him suffer, like we did!" Win says. "It is only funny now, Type. Then it was too painful. I thought our engagement was broken off!"

Type shakes his head. His lover is something.

"I am not letting him anywhere near you." Win says adamantly as Type laughs. "I do not want to know what you two do in the dorms and inns but..."

Type blushes.

"But here... what I say goes. I will keep you with me and I only need to answer my parents and Guardian would be with me."

At that time, in hopes of consoling crying Win, Mew had indeed promised him they would keep Tharn's faen with the mothers, so they would not meet.

Mew could never stand Win being so heartbroken and crying and that time was all due to Tharn's insensitive words due to possessiveness and stupidity. What else could the loving father do?!

But... Tharn is still missing in action.

It is like he has disappeared altogether.

For the next two days he waits patiently, but when Win comes running saying P'Bai would be here by the evening, he is feeling a little jealous.

Smuchs!!!

Where the fuck is the Puppy!

It is after his afternoon nap does he know that Win's husband is arriving. With all the trumpets and drums the Prince does know how to make an entrance.

Are those Peacocks and Litlyfeathers!

"He is the oldest of in-law sons. And the only legal one." San gives him a cheeky smile and wink. "When you next visit, we will have elephants, Type. Stop being so judgy! I am thinking of having two camels to carry your palanquin."

"I would rather fall on my own sword and die!" Type says truthfully.

He rolls his eyes when the valets bring the flowers, so he disappears back to the private chamber when the ceremony takes too long.

Seriously?

Yikes!

But when he hears the commotions inside, he knows the Prince has finally arrived.

But the man who he sees talking to Papa Siwat makes his blood boil with rage!

His wrist knife responds faster than his brain does and he presses it right behind the spine nerve.

"Move and die." Type whispers. "What are you doing here?"

Bright freezes, his hand raising slowly as Papa Siwat jumps to his defence but Type is unmovable.

"He is pressing my medulla, I got this Papa." Bright says cautiously. "Type? I do not think we have met. Can I at least see your face?"

"As you die!"

But Bright ducks and sweeps his feet instantly and Type almost falls but he has his wits back.

"YOU!!!" Bright screams, panic in his eyes.

"Yes, me!" Type has no time left. This traitor must die.

But looks like this good for nothing conman has learned a few tricks and Type is receiving as much punches and slashes as he digs out.

"You must die a painful death! How dare you step your filthy feet here!" Type hisses as he plunges his knife on Brights' chest but he rolls away just in time, the blade barely nicking his shoulder.

Should have poisoned it this morning but...

Oh well. He will make some cuts on the veins and it will be enough to bleed this man out.

But Bright kicks his hand so hard, the knife has skidded across the floor.

"How dare me!!! How dare you? Why the fuck are you here." Oh! Type is enjoying the fear in those eyes.

And fear weakens you inside out!

Type gets the perfect opportunity when his opponent looks far away for a second in panic.

He has his choke hold in place and let the man struggle for a few breaths. His spells start raising but...

"TYPE!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY HUSBAND!!!" Win comes running! "LET HIM GO!"

"I will get you a new husband, P'Win. This one is a fraud and ugly." Type hisses out, as Bright jabs his elbows right to his ribs multiple time. Type still won't let go.

"I agree." It is but the voice of Tharn that freezes him but he knows enough about distraction that he does not look away even for a second.

He will make this death quick and then slap the f out of Tharn for leaving him.

"Type, please. What did my P'Bai do?"

"L... l... love... stand back!" Bright's eyes bulge out. "He is... is... "

A loud cackle is heard from the corridor and Type freezes.

"Is my son..." Bright wheezes. "Please..."

"Type, please..." Win pleads, falling to the floor as Bright taps on Type's hands. "Think of Matt."

The time stops for what feels like an eternity and then Type slowly releases his hold when Mew comes standing next to them.

"Huh." That is all the father said. Not even bothering to lift them up.

"Want to explain?" Papa Siwat asks when Mew seems so bored.

"No." Type growls.

"Seems fair. You got a bit of blood on your temple." Siwat points out to Bright and leaves them be.

Type merely watches with distrust and rage while Bright cuddles with Win and Matt.

Have fun while it lasts.

"You of all people!" Win slaps his elbow hard but Type just shrugs it off. "What is wrong with you!"

It is by evening, when they all are seated around the dinner table, as if it is just another day, does Type bother to look at the man.

This is a feast... to treat the traitor.

And he is breaking bread with him. Tharn pecks his cheek and hands over the plate filled with delicacies but... Type merely pokes on the boiled garden peas.

"Eat." Gulf nudges and the boy barely takes a bite.

Thanya decides to seat herself on Type's lap and help herself and Type finds himself occasionally taking a small bite when the child extends some to him.

"Baby, come here and sit next to Dada." Mew calls.

"No."

Great!

"Did you not know? Your daughter is courting Type. We see a marriage soon." Gulf teases.

"Marriage?! I thought you wanted to marry me!" Mew does not have to 'pretend' to be offended. He is offended. Last summer, his daughter had a meltdown all because momma made dada his husband.

Now? He is getting sidelined!

Thanya giggles. "Mommy has you. Thanya has P'Type."

"She has a long lists of exes." San says helpfully.

Not! Type rolls his eyes but still pecks Thanya's head. And Tharn and Thanya is in a heated argument on who is to marry Type.

This family is so dramatic and noisy and chaotic.

And there is a traitor and a killer in the midst. His eyes clashes with Bright and he sees distrust in those eyes too.

Good!

When the mothers and children leave the dining room, Type announces what is in his mind. "We have a close combat. Whoever lives is the winner. Let's take the mess outside this home."

"Agree. But I would like to know why?"

"Oh you do not. Don't you, Lukes?" Type snarls.

"Then I could say the same, Krant. Type? That is the name you pick? To murder Tharn? Phor? Who?"

Type punches before he speaks and Bright accepts it graciously. "You have no right to call me a murderer. I trusted you and I paid! If anyone here is a murderer its you! Now its your turn. You are not seeing P'Win or Matt again!"

"Care to explain?" Tharn asks casually. "I mean, all support to you, Love but... you know curiosity. I need an excuse for my brother's second marriage."

"Let the traitor speak." Type points to Bright. "Explain..."

"I have no idea." Bright narrows his eyes. "Met him a couple of years ago. Ywan village, as Krant – a merchant's apprentice. Found out he had some friends who had issues with laws. Helped them. Never saw him ever again until... today."

"HOW DARE YOU!!!" Type lunges but this time Bright fights back just fine but soon the situation gets out of hand when they knock down the chairs and the mothers come running.

"If anyone abandoned us to die, it is you, Krant... Or Type, I say?" Bright spits out blood.

God this kid knows where to punch. He might have cracked a rib or two.

Bright had waited... well, Lukes had waited. The riots had gotten out of hands and the necromancers were ruthless. Yet, he had to extract the innocents.

Ironic, in these riots the necromancers hurt their own people the most.

He was deployed as a low-ranking enforcer, getting intel for the Empire and Krant – Type was... the naïve boy he had taken under the wing.

The food, the shelter, occasional medical support... Type provided it all, Bright had no idea who he was dealing with. In exchange, Type asked for protection of four of his close friends.

People who had gone the wrong path because the life gave them no choice.

Bright had informed Type that it was risky. Too risky.

They are criminals, nonetheless. And Wizard army would execute them without trial and now that necromancer army knew that they were seeking protection of Wizards... they have no support there as well.

The plan was perfect in theory but on the day of extraction... Type left them.

No messages.

They had changed three safe houses, by then and one more shift with that pregnant lady would have been a death wish.

Bright risked his operation to rescue them. Had to call Regal soldiers for transport. Had to reassign himself to another county.

And after all these years, Bright was getting accused of treachery.

Right!

"You murdered them." Type whispers. "I told you what would happen but... I trusted you!!!!"

"I did not murder them!" Bright is so done with this kid. His brothers – in – law he may have to suffer for the sake of his wife and family but this kid? Na.

"Same difference. You let them die!" Type lunges with his drawn knife and Bright kicks the chair in front of him that slams to Type's torso, knocking him down. "Oh, you are so going to regret it!"

"Yeah and then you can explain to your friends, how you stood them up!" Bright is done.

"Maybe you two need to talk." Mew suggests calmly. "Just to clear out the air... or not."

"You friends are alive. You are the one who abandoned them." There.

"Lies!"

"Are you two still fighting?" Win comes surprised. "Type you promised me!!! P'Bai... what is going on?"

"Your brother went and fetched himself an amnesiac." Bright snarls.

"You take that back." Tharn scowls and stands in front of Type protectively.

"Maybe you two go and meet those friends." Gulf says calmly. Pouring some hot tea to two flasks and placing them on the table. "From what I know, Type is not the one to start a fight just for the kick of it and Bright is the level-headed one. You cannot try to murder him and then expect a welcome, Type."

Ever the voice of logic; Mama Kana.

"I do not want to listen a word he has to say." Type says stubbornly.

"Then take this fight outside. I will love the one who lives." Mild gives an ultimatum. "This a home and I have kids here. No fighting inside home. Take it outside."

Mild points to the door and they leave in a huff, but comes back and takes the flasks with them.

"They will be fine." Gulf says yawning, patting Win. "They will fight it out and will be back when their heads are cooled down. You know, how brothers do."

That part is surprisingly true. Having grown an army of angry teens, the mothers know the best.

Bright has to drag his bloodied body to the tree to catch a breath.

Is it the sound of blood in his lungs? Crap!

Type is no better as he takes the knife off of his thigh.

"Wh... wha... do you mean they are alive!" Type finally bites out.

"I thought you do not want to listen to me speak!"

"AAAAhhhhhh" Type sees red and throws the rock next to him, limping to Bright.

They are finally drained the last of their energy but still tried to kick, lying next to each other, panting.

"Are they alive?" When you are too tired, you feel invincible. Type notices. He feels he can go another round, if his knees heal a bit faster.

"Yes." Bright coughs out blood again.

"All four... five?" Type winces.

"Four. The baby... stillborn. It was too much stress and pain." Bright wipes his lips and tries to put back his forefinger in its actual position.

Type nods and winces clutching his forehead.

Tharn and Win finally comes out, holding some medical supplies.

"What the hell happened to you?" Bright asks when Tharn puts his ribs back to position and syphon out the blood. Tharn has multiple scratch marks over his face.

"Your wife." He grumbles.

"This might take a bit of time, Type. This is spider venom." Win pours some potion over the wound on his thigh and it bubbles.

Type glares at him accusatory. "Coward!"

"Smart!". Bright cheekily smiles.

"I want to meet them." Type stands clutching his aching leg.

"We can go now." Bright tips his head back to stop his nose from bleeding.

Despite the objections from their faens, they decide to visit the village right at this moment and a portal is summoned.

"Do not kill each other." Win shouts but...

No promises.

"We waited for you, you know." Bright clutches his chest as he knocks on the hut door. "Finally, Siyam said you might have been killed..."

"LUKES!!! Everything okay? How is son and wife? Who is wi..."

The silence stretches and Type takes in the cozy hut... to small for these many people.

He walks around, touching the well-used furniture and cheap portraits of the family... finally stopping next to an old embroidery with a white flower named Anbad.

"She was not suffering." Miss Lyda stands next to him, her eyes watering. "You did what you could. I could not keep her alive in me. Why did you not tell us you were alive, Type?"

Type hugs her gently and smiles when he sees a little boy hiding behind her skirt. He tries to peek again, but the kid runs to his father quickly.

"I thought I had let you all..." His eyes shift to the kid who is now staring at him on his father's lap.

"No, Lukes saved us. He did not want to leave without you. We had a cremation for you, Type."

Type nods.

"Lukes says there is another village on the other end of the lake Kila. A months' journey from here but... he says... it is better. It is really peaceful here. I do not want to move again."

"It is too small of a home for fou... five people." Type accepts their too dry, too little snacks.

"Seven." She smiles, wide and wonderful. A lean woman is peeking behind the door but disappears when Type notices. "Farh's woman. Expecting now. Tuhr is engaged now. When he comes... then... yes this hut will not be enough."

With the loose reeds he found next to the fireplace, Type quickly makes a simple doll and hands over to the boy. "What is your name?"

With initial shyness that is explainable due to his very young age, he receives a small 'Lasaas' after some pushing from his father.

"Larsas." His mother translates.

"Larsas is a mountain, you know that? Big and strong. Are you big and strong?"

He just gets a big smile.

"I will come by some other time. It is too late. Have a good night and tight sleep." Type waves bye to the boy. "Oh, I am taking these." He shows them the reeds in his hands.

"Will they live?" Type asks, his limp getting better as his body heals slowly. Bright is not wincing too much as well.

"As long as I am alive, yes. I am shifting them to Uncle Tae's maternal kingdom. I have scouted some homes for them. The rent will be cheap. They will never have to face a riot ever again."

"Appreciate it." Type quickly weaves the reeds as they walk side by side; making dolls for Matt and Thanya.

"Thanks for not telling them who I am." Bright gently pushes Type with his shoulder.

"Not my place. Also, lesser people know, safer all of us. I do not... do not trust people as much as I love them."

"Fair."

Both Win and Tharn are dozing on the diwan for their return and Type almost smacks Tharn up. But the way Bright just kisses Win's eyelids to wake him makes him wanna...

Type kicks Tharn's back and the poor boy jumps clutching his brother to his chest.

"I am not talking to you." Win pouts at Type but still pecks his cheek before leaving with his husband.

"Maybe we can talk the rest in the morning?" Bright asks and Type nods.

"Your brother-in-law is not that bad. He actually helped my friends, risking his operation." Type lets Tharn prod his wounds while giving him a warm bath.

"Meh. He is... okay, I guess."

Type rolls his eyes because he knows there is no way Tharn would let him go with the man if there is any chance Bright would lethally hurt him.

"So...." Type dreads this question.

"So?"

"Khabbas..." Type can do this.

"What about him?" Tharn towels Type's head.

"Is he... dead?"

"No."

Tharn throws away the bath robe when Type reaches for it.

"Will he die?"

"Yes.... Everyone will die one day Kitten."

"Tsk"

Tharn peppers his neck with small kisses. "I missed you."

"Is he hurt?" Type tries to wiggle away.

"Does it matter to you?" Tharn asks, giving a firm suck on his nipple.

It takes some time for Type to actually understand the question.

"No..." Type is truthful. He just does not want to be a part of it. It is just that if Tharn or Phor does it... it will be for Type right and... that means he is part of it, even though indirectly.

"Dad did not want to hurt him that way... because he does not want to drag your name through mud. But we have received an invitation with your Elders tomorrow... I mean today night."

Tharn climbs up Type's body leaving wet kisses all over.

"They want to know we... wizards, have no part in what happened." Tharn bites Type's fingers and Type hisses.

"And what is it... that happened?"

"That is for me to do and you to not find out." Tharn blinks innocently and Type giggles.

"You are so silly."

"I am."

Of course, Tharn is silly. Silly for Type. No one else.

Tharn is still so cold towards his parents and the only person who he has forgiven is Max. But even there his patience stretches so far as he scowls Max trying to kiss Type's cheek. Type is trying to kick of Max but the boy is a built like a bull.

"Leave him alone." Tharn growls but Max loves riling up Tharn. And annoying Type playing with a sleeping tiger.

It is until Type finally sits up, holds Max's face in his hands and... licks that face from jaw to cheek.

Slobber all the way.

Tharn could not stop laughing at the disgusted look on Max.

"Are you for real, bro?!" Max asks bewildered, his eyes widened in shock and disgust.

"Turn your other cheek." Type makes a move and Max jumps away.

"Your faen is psychotic." Max whines to Tharn and leaves, screaming for Gulf.

"Sorry about that... Max loves through touch. He will not stop if you do not say it like you mean it."

Type shrugs. "He is cool. Just... annoying... like a... like a..."

"Bug?"

"Yeah."

Tharn laughs as Type washes his mouth. "God, he is salty!"

"Welcome to the brotherhood, my love."

It does feel good to be accepted.

But it still comes with some downs though. Or why else he is walking next to Phor for the past several eons.

Type has been aching for a run and just as he passes the Palace Gardens there stands Mew with ever stoic face. 'I have something to ask of you.'

That's it.

One more walk, they will be leaving palace grounds.

"You must be wondering what I have to say to you so seriously."

No shit.

"Yes, Sir." Type politely nods.

"I apologize."

Never... not even in his previous births, Type would have imagined, the Mighty Emperor of Wizard Kingdom would say those words. For Ba's sake, Type is wondering if the Emperor knows this word or what it actually means.

"Child, I am married to the most beautiful, stubborn person to walk on this realm. I use this word more that I care about."

Type nods.

"I uh... accept. I am not giving it much thoughts. You had all the reasons to doubt me. Circumstances and otherwise."

"Good. Now tell my wife that."

Type starts to chuckle, which leads to his full-on laughs clutching his stomach.

"It is not funny!"

It is but...

"No Sir. Really relevant." Type wipes away his tears.

"He will not sleep with me. Will not eat with me! It has been days..."

One day.

But still. Type gets the point.

"I will talk to mae... I mean Sir Gulf."

Mew nods still scowling.

"I will make him pay for what he did to... planned to do to you. A real asshole that one. I cannot believe you had not killed him. He is the reason why you were expelled from your clan, right?"

Type shrugs. "He is egoistic. I thought you already had."

"Well, in a few days he will get his ego full of..." Mew catches the phrase. "... trouble."

"You did not have to do it, Phor. I had him handled. Ignore him and he will hurt himself just fine."

Mew smiles at that. "But family gotta do what we gotta do to protect our young ones. Well, nice talk. Oh tell your faen, I was not hurting you."

Type turns his head confused when he sees Tharn stomping to them in anger. "DAD!!!"

"Well, see you. I have somewhere to be."

Mew summons a portal and disappears just like that.

This family!