Saga of Atlantis

"I can’t be certain," I mumbled, my gaze still on Zaria, who was happily talking to Emily. "I can’t be certain of anything."

"So you are just an idiot," Aeloria mumbled as she looked at me.

"And how did you even come up with that conclusion?" I asked, glaring at her.

"Because you can’t even answer my simple question. I asked ’why are you acting like her daddy?’ and you’re babbling some weird words," she replied with an annoying look.

"My bad, talking about physiological things with you was the wrong idea," I replied, clicking my tongue.

"I can’t be certain of anything," she mimicked my way of talking in reply.

Was she always this annoying?

I guess she was. I was the only one who never noticed.

"Eden, ask me what I want to eat," she looked at me as she asked.

"What?" I replied without thinking.

"I can’t be certain of anything," again she mimicked my way of talking.

"The heck is wrong with you masochist old hag," I mocked as I glared at her.

"Nothing, daddy fetish lolicon," without backing down, she replied, glaring back at me.

"Tch," clicking my tongue again, I ignored her presence.

"What? Not saying anything, or do you want me to call you daddy as well?" she asked, smiling mischievously at me.

"Why would I want to hear an old hag call me daddy," I grumbled in reply as she was getting on my nerves.

"Eden, look at my face and say you don’t want to hear me saying it," as she said, I looked at her.

Not gonna lie, she is beautiful, and she also has the fat in the right places as well with a curvy body.

"No," but that doesn’t mean she isn’t an old hag on the inside.

"But you just checked me out, didn’t you?" She asked as she noticed my gaze on her body.

"No, I wasn’t checking you out. I’m not into GILFs," I replied, and for once her face had a trace of anger.

[But you are into GILFs.]

’Shut up, Edda. Nobody asked you.’

[Technically, Sylvia is a GILF as well.]

....yeah, right.

Damn idiotic system.

"I’m gonna say it only once, Eden. Never say that word again," with seriousness in her voice, Aeloria asked, looking at me.

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"I don’t like men with that kind of fetishes," she replied with a disturbed look on her face.

"Okay," I simply nodded, not asking why.

Maybe it has something to do with her past life.

I once again looked at her.

She was wearing a semicircle skirt with a simple T-shirt with bell sleeves.

Like I said she is beautiful.

"Now you’re seriously checking me out, Eden," she glanced at me as she commented.

"I’m not," I mumbled as I poked her in between her ribs.

"Agnh~"

Again, she let out a sinful moan, making the passersby look at her weirdly.

And because we were a little behind Emily and Angelina, they didn’t hear.

"You fucker, don’t do it," she glared at me, her ears and cheeks red in shame as she covered her sides.

"What do you mean, ’do what’?" I asked, smiling as my finger moved around her ribs, which she tried to cover.

"We arrived!" I looked in front as Emily and Angelina stood in front of a cafe, waiting for us.

"Let’s go," I said as we both walked towards them, but Aeloria was still guarding against me.

"Daddy!"

"What were you two talking about?" Angelina asked as she looked at both of us.

"Nothing," I replied as I took Zaira away from her hands.

She reluctantly gave her to me with a sad expression.

"Do you like them?" I asked as we all moved into the cafe.

"Hmm, both sisters are good," she replied as she smiled cutely at both Angelina and Emily, who returned the smile as well.

"Is that so?" I asked as she nodded her head.

"And by the way, stay away from that sister, she likes weird things," I said to Zaira as I pointed at Aeloria.

"The hell," Aeloria replied as she smacked my hand away.

"You understand?" Ignoring her response, I asked Zaira, who nodded her head.

We all sat down at the four-person table as I placed Zaira on the table.

Quickly, a waiter also arrived to take our order.

"What do you guys want?" I asked as I looked at all three of them.

"Mango shake!" Aeloria was the first one to order, followed by Angelina and Emily.

"What do you want, Zaira?" I asked her as we both were the only ones who hadn’t ordered.

"Strawberry shake!" She exclaimed happily.

"Two strawberry shakes for both of us," I said as I looked at the waiter, who nodded and wrote down our orders.

"Daddy, daddy," as the waiter moved away from us, Zaira called me, looking at Angelina, "is she really a princess?"

"She is," I replied, looking at her as well.

"Wow, a real princess," Zaira exclaimed, looking at Angelina with admiration.

A sweet smile hung on Angelina’s face as she touched Zaira’s cheek.

"You are a princess as well," Angelina said, pinching her cheeks. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"Really?"

"Yeah, aren’t you daddy’s princess?"

"Really?" Hearing Angelina’s words, Zaira looked at me.

"Really," I replied, smiling at her.

"Hehehe," she smiled mischievously as she looked at Angelina, "we are the same status now."

"We are," Angelina replied, smiling.

"Hehehe, my mother is a princess as well," with a proud smile, Zaira said.

Yeah, Valeria has the lineage of the royal family of the witch race, so technically she is a princess, even though there aren’t any witches around now.

"I am curious, who is your mother, Zaira?" Emily asked as she looked at Zaira.

"I can’t say, mommy said not to tell anyone," Zaira replied, and immediately both of them looked at me.

"What? Her mother is not really my wife, don’t look at me, I don’t know," I replied, shrugging my shoulders.

"But you are my daddy," Zaira pouted as she hugged me.

"Yeah, yeah, I am your daddy," I replied, hugging her back.

"Lolicon," Aeloria mumbled under her breath, but I chose to ignore her.

"Sir, your drinks," the waiter arrived, placing the drinks in front of us.

As she tends to not drink properly, I made her drink first as I placed her on my lap.

I took mine and Zaira’s as I made her drink her part.

"....."

"What?" I asked as all three of them looked at me.

"You would make a good father, Eden," Emily commented, looking at us.

"Huh? Thanks, I guess," I replied, smiling at her.

"Anyway, Emily, are you free tomorrow?" I asked as I looked at her.

"Yes," she replied, nodding her head.

"Good, then I will meet you tomorrow. Let’s meet your mother, let’s have a family dinner." I said as I made Zaira drink her shake.

"Cough... cough..."

Angelina coughed as she choked on her drink, looking at me and then at Emily.

"I am gonna tell Grace," Aeloria commented, looking at me and Emily.

"Cough... cough..."

Angelina coughed again as she looked at Aeloria.

Damn, the girl couldn’t take double damage.

Taking deep breaths, Angelina calmed down as she silently drank her shake.

"Daddy," Zaira called me as she finished half of her shake.

"What?"

"Why does that sister feel like you?" she asked as she pointed at Angelina.

"What?" It was Angelina who asked, with a frown.

"Hmm, you and daddy feel the same," Zaira replied, nodding her head.

Emily and Angelina had confused looks on their faces as they didn’t understand what she was saying.

But Aeloria, she had a shocked look on her face, as she was the only one who knew what she was talking about.

"Zaira, I’m gonna borrow daddy real quick," Aeloria said as she stood up.

"I’m not your daddy," I rebuked as Aeloria glared at me.

"Eden, we need to talk. It’s important,"Aeloria said seriously as she passed Zaira to Angelina, making me stand up.

"Sigh..."

With a sigh, I stood up as we both moved towards the corner of the cafe.

"Tell me, Eden, what do you know?" Aeloria asked as she glared at me.

"I don’t know anything," I replied simply, not looking at her.

"Don’t act like a fool, Eden. You know about her powers, don’t you?"

"And she hasn’t awakened them, so don’t think too much," I rebuked, leaving her as I turned back.

"Eden," she placed her hand on my back as she called me.

"What?" I asked in annoyance as I glanced back at her.

"The last time in the labyrinth, I wasn’t awake, but I know something happened between you and that snake," she said as she made me face her.

"Tell me, Eden. What are you hiding?" she asked as she looked into my eyes.

But I didn’t reply, as my gaze was on the door of the cafe.

...Because...

...Valeria, Zaira’s mother stood there, her gaze fixed on me.