Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core)
Chapter 62: The Children

Chapter 62: Chapter 62: The Children

Mordred was looking at us with trust in his eyes. Morty looked like his feathers were ruffled.

Both Nate and Aron looked at our sons with guilt in their shining orbs. I didn’t understand why their eyes were shining right now, but I was pretty sure that it wasn’t because they were going to attack anyone.

"Papa... you look well," Mordred took out a platter with muffins, making a couple of uncertain steps towards Aron and Nate. "I made these."

My baby was trying to mend the wounds of our family with his cooking.

I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye.

He was my son!

"And I made these," Morty took out three bottles. I had no illusions as to what they contained.

Blood.

I smiled widely.

My babies had taken after me!

"We’ll try to be better," Nate said, as he placed an arm around Aron. "Truly. It is just... it was hard, ok? We found Sylvan, then Edda helped him make both of you. For which none of us feel anything but joy!" He was quick to add. "Your first word, Mordred, was Domination. And yours, Mortimer, was Death!"

I wiped another tear from my eye. Nate remembered our babies’ first words!

"And," Aron continued, as he took a hold of the two bottles and placed them down on the ground. His arms opening wide. "If you give us a chance, now that we aren’t at war anymore, we will do better by you."

They both lunged at him.

I watched as he hugged the two mountains of muscle close. I blinked tears out of my eyes.

My family was finally complete!

"Boss mobs," I heard Edda’s ominous whisper.

"Frying pan! I know where your main hub is," I countered.

"Pan and Daron won’t let you!" She protested.

"Look here you! I told you once, and I’ll tell you again: I can and will replace you! With the Devil, if I must! But my family are no mobs!"

Edda grew silent.

I nodded.

Victory was sweet.

We luxuriated in that moment, which should have been normal for us, but was as rare as a gem.

A gem found in a junkyard.

I looked around. How was I going to do what Solas had asked of me? How was I supposed to take over the Necromantic Union if my husband had to deliver food to me?

If my other husband had to protect me?

"Ok, Edda," I told her, after I let her fear for her life long enough. "It is time we make our first mob. Are you ready?"

Edda took her time to respond. I could almost feel that she wanted to run while she still had the chance.

"Yes," she answered, not bothering to write me a message.

"Ok, create a golem," because no matter how much I needed to clear out the damage the storm of the now dead Lich King Alexios had done to the forest and the two villages, the human and the gnome one, I still refused to hire goblins.

Those were vile critters!

It was one thing to ask the humans to accept Aron. Another rapists and murderers!

"Ok. You have about enough mana for two!"

"Good," I told her, my lips curling up. "Make a male and a female one!"

My plan was something I thought would work. After all, Methuselah had told me about the bees and the birds.

Even if I wasn’t exactly following that particular lecture in the way he meant.

"Sylvan," Edda began. I could practically hear that she wanted to sigh at me. "You are trying to produce mud golems."

I nodded.

"Yes, I am!" I told her with the ambition of a drake.

"How is mud supposed to produce a baby?"

I blinked.

"Edda, that’s how the first humans were made!" Methuselah, for all that he had been a wise tree, with a nymph, no less, had been a bit... religious.

Hence, his name.

"Sylvan... mud can’t produce mud without mana," she told me, then added. "Or water and soil!"

"Then," I felt like a bumpkin, but my brain still worked hard on trying to figure out a solution to that problem. "How about the male and female golem... go outside and wet some soil and make more mud golems?"

"Thats... that’s..." Edda was sputtering. I could tell she was.

"Every man or woman who has discovered something," I began, repeating Methuselah’s favorite saying. "Had stood before the edge of impossible and had made leave of their senses! To jump into delusion is the only way to make the impossible - possible!"

"You’re insane," Edda told me. Not even appreciating the gem I had just given her. "But fine! Let’s try it! See if you can get mud babies out of golems playing with clay!"

"Ok," if it happened, then it happened. If it didn’t happen, then Edda was just going to yell at me a bit and that would be that.

I was happy with the fact that she even agreed to try.

"Dad?" Morty asked, as two golems, a male and female one, stormed out of the barrier. "What are you doing now?"

"Growing the family!" I told him with a grin, as I ruffled his hair.

"Dad... nature doesn’t work that way," Morty whined.

"Oh, I’m a dungeon core, son," not a Forest Demon, no. I kissed Aron on the brow. The one who saved me from that fate. "Nature works how I tell it to! Now come on! We need to help with the birth!"

"Oh," Edda said, finally understanding why I was not letting my sons feed their still weak father. "You are a scumbag father, Sylvan."

I sighed.

"Look," the kids weren’t going to get hurt by giving up some mana. Besides, it was going to be necromantic mana! "I need workers!"

"And I know that better than most," Edda snapped, as Morty just shook his head before he placed his hand on top of a statue of a tall and muscular worker type. "But this is child abuse."

I sighed.

"Not that I don’t approve," she continued. "But do think about what you are doing to your family."

She was the Devil’s advocate.

I sighed.

"I’ll use just my mana from now on," I nudged Morty away and began to shape my empire by myself.

Using the moss of the Tree of Memories to power it all up.