Dungeon? This Tree? Why Don't You Join Me for Lunch? (Dungeon Core)
Chapter 83: The Father-Son Talk

Chapter 83: Chapter 83: The Father-Son Talk

There were many things which I could have forgiven. The fact that I was locked in my dungeon as my son was fighting for his life was not one of them!

Pan was... Pan was perfectly lovable! He wasn’t evil! He wasn’t mean! My eldest had two hands and ten fingers! I was sure that there was nothing wrong with his toes, either!

How had I managed to create something this perfect not once, but three times?

"Dad?" Mordred was looking at me with a faraway look. What? Did he think that I thought that he wasn’t perfect?

"Look here, kid," I had Aron. His brother needed him! Him, the big, strong, Boliarin! "I love all three of you equally. But your older brother Pan..."

I sighed. The boy had taken after me. Weak... but ready to take hearts!

"Needs you!" I told Mordred with a straight face, showing him a screen where Pan was looking at a system screen with a sheet of paper and a pen in his hand. "He is like a lamb! Like your drake father!"

Now, I was certain that Pan was no drake. He was a good boy. A boy who had managed to turn into a Forest Demon and somehow free himself from the taint.

Still...

"Mortimer! Take that egg out of your mouth!" The last thing I wanted was for Morty to become an eye-eater... like Nate, his father. "And get your twin and get to Pan! He needs your protection!"

"Will he let me eat eggs?" That seemed to be the important thing for Morty. Not if his brother was going to accept him, or even if said brother was going to be afraid of his Lich younger brother.

Just if Pan was going to let Mortimer imitate his father...

I could bet that the boy was eating eyeballs behind my back!

"Morty, eyeballs are for enjoying the wonders the world has to offer, not for eating!" I snapped at him. "Why can’t you be more like your older brother... yes! I can finally say it!"

The favorite sentence of every privileged parent who had a firstborn, followed by many other bundles of joy!

The ultimate humiliation!

The weapon of mass destruction!

The...!

Wait, will Morty turn against Pan because I think that Pan is better and calmer than him?

"Morty, Pan loves you and has already prepared you a room!" I just hoped that the older brother showing care and love to the younger imp was going to soften my adorable, but murder-loving, Lich son.

Morty pouted but teleported.

Mordred just stood there, looking at me with the same wide eyes.

"Do you love older brother Pan more than us?" It was just a whisper, but I heard it so, as if it were a yell.

"Mordred, come over here, please," he was my son.

Before Pan, I had loved him more than I had loved Morty.

For all that Morty had the cutest dimpled smile in the world, one I would die for, he was still a Lich. Besides, Nate, his father, had put me through a lot.

I was still mad at him for lying about Aron not existing. The whole charade with him pretending to be a goblin chief still made me want to put chili peppers into his tomato sauce!

Let him eat his pizza then!

He made an uncertain step towards me. I made the rest. Soon, I was hugging him to the best of my ability.

Man... how did he become a mountain of muscle? He certainly didn’t get it from me!

I blamed Edda and moved on.

"You will always be the apple of my eye," he was Aron’s son. The vampire was my soulmate. Mordred was special.

Not a product of a theft, for which Belladonna was going to burn!

Or the product of a trick, as I was certain that Nate had managed to get to father Morty...

As I thought about it, I honestly didn’t know if Morty’s birth was any different from Pan’s.

But then I shook my head.

Even when I was denying my feelings, I still enjoyed Nate’s company! I had never even met Belladonna, that dreadful, spiteful, thieving, creature, during my time as Methuselah’s nymph!

"Dad, you are hurting me," he whispered. I loosened my grip and hugged him gentler this time.

"I am weak, Mordred," it was the truth. Sure, Titan had given me the mana skill, and I could turn zombies into human beings who, after fifty days, were going to explode and destroy everything the black goo that came out of them touches.

But that didn’t make me strong.

I was no Forest Demon. And I didn’t want to be one!

No!

I already had a plan! One which was simple.

A team effort!

"Pan is going to protect the entrance of the World Dungeon," and I wanted to share my plan with Mordred! He was not Mortimer. He was not going to argue. "Your fathers, and you and Morty, will protect Pan!"

So far, I thought to myself, as I let go of him to look into his red eyes, so good.

My baby was a grown up! All three of them were!

What father didn’t want to realize that one day? To know that the product of his soul had carved a place in the world for itself?

That his children were going to outlive him?

"And Pan’s soulmates are going to do some dungeon delving to distract Belladonna!" I yelled, not caring that she was probably eavesdropping. "While your weakling of an old man..."

I grinned. Now for the final point in the plan! The one I could do!

"Is going to turn all of the dungeons against that Nightmare of a Fairy!"

As soon as I said that I got more private messages. I grinned, as I used the fire rune under the stove to turn it on.

"Now, son," I patted him on the back. He was just the cutest, looking at me with wide, red eyes. "Papa has to cook to win the war! You go get to know your brother!"

And Aron and I were going to be playing tower defense as well.

Just the two of us, or so I thought as I sent my son to what I considered was going to be a safe haven.

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