V5 Chapter 142 Side tracked

Philomel informed with a determined tone.

" Oh, helmet, no. That book will just fill his head with dumb actions! He would grow up with a more retarded sense of judgment and decision-making!"

Amon shook his head as he joined Philomel's side but made no attempt to take Little One from her.

" What! There's nothing wrong with the judgment and decision-making of the book! Also, it's better than him only knowing the word squeak for the rest of his life!"

Philomel pouted as she rubs Little One's back, calming the slightly sad toddler.

" My god! Did you read out loud something else rather than what you actually read from the book? That story has so many questionable decisions. There were so many ways to solve it and they choose the most retard one."

Amon rebutted.

" What? It wasn't that retarded... besides, if they didn't do that then it wouldn't have led to such a heartthrob of a scene. Whatever, you can't do anything to stop me away. So you're just puffing hot air, right now."

Philomel turned away from Amon as she walked off, no longer wanting to hear his words.

" Am not. I rather have Little One squeak for the rest of his life than have him do retarded things and get himself in bigger and more trouble."

Amon shared as he jogged after Philomel so that he could overtake her and stand somewhere in front of her, forcing her to look at him.

" Well, you can't teach him anything when he doesn't know how to talk."

Philomel pointed out at she stuck out her tongue at him. Annoying Amon further.

" You know so many other stories from your father. You could easily tell him any other tale! Why must it be that book?!"

Amon questioned with a slightly angry tone.

" So that he can see the words and learn how to read as well. Duh."

Philomel rolled her eyes at Amon.

" Must he learn both at the same time? Why can't he learn one at a time?"

Amon frowned with a scowl.

" Uh, guys you're good the wrong way."

Darzirak informed but the only person who even remembered the existence of the demon at the moment was the baby. Little One peeked over Philomel's shoulder watching Darzirak who kept glancing between the two dark elves and the right path.

" Why would you want to do a double job? If you can kill a bird with one stone, why use two stones? Why waste another stone and more energy? Dummy Among."

Philomel belittled as she stuck out her tongue.

" And they are totally ignoring me."

Darzirak frowned as he glanced between the pathway to the village, the rest of the team, and the way back to the catacombs. Wondering if he should go ahead and meet them at the village just to laugh at them, stop them and make them notice they are going the wrong way, or go check on his new house, Joey.

Darzirak kept pawing around in a semi-circle as he looked at all three of his options as if he was doing a little doggy tag dance with his just front paws. He soon made up his mind to check on his new house since he did leave the poor fellow in a dangerous area. He did check on it and spent the rest of the night protecting Joey as Joey caught up on some rest. Darzirak thought that it would be a good time to teach the boy some actual skills rather than letting him figure it out on his own.

Darzirak took one last glance at the rest of the team, noticing Little One's gaze still on him, he gave the baby a little wave goodbye with his paw. Little One seeing this and thinking it was a game, wave back to the demon before the demon sank back into the shadows and disappeared.

" I didn't mean it like that!"

Amon claimed with an annoyed tone as his frustration build up quite a lot from all the bricking.

" Then what did you mean, huh? Among! Admit it! You rather, Little One be a dummy like you."

Philomel accused Amon with a pointing finger.

" What?! I do not! I just want him to be happy! You major stick in the mud. Heck! You're so deep in the mud you might as well be a tree!"

Amon belittled with a pointing finger. Philomel instantly stuck out her tongue.

" Dummy, Trees!"

Philomel mocked but suddenly slip on mud and lost her footing. Before she knew it she found herself descending a foggy steep slope.

" *Kyaa!*"

Philomel screamed as she tightly held Little One ready to protect him from harm. Little One squeals in delight at the sudden drop.

" Mel!"

Amon instantly grabbed her arm but knowing that he wasn't strong enough to instantly pull her up, he dived down instead. Holding Philomel in his arms he used his back to protect her from the rocks that scrape his back as they slide down the slope. Luckily for the two of them, it wasn't a long fall but their bums and legs weren't too happy with their landing. Little One giggled and squealed from the excitement. Amon groaned as he turn to check on Philomel, seeing that she was scanning the area, he instantly knew she was alright.

" Did you actually do a piggy squeal?"

Amon questioned with a small chuckle as he prompted his upper body on his forearm. Philomel instantly snapped to glare at him, she was laying down on his arm, below him. Her soft plump slightly pink lips puffed up with a pout. Her rosy cheeks were red with annoyance. Her high ponytail spread out behind her as her chest rises and falls, taking in steady breaths in Amon's arm. He could feel her warmth and weirdly, he felt calm instead of flustered.

Those beautiful sky-blue orbs finally looking at him again, eyes that reflected himself staring at her. A whole world reflected in her eyes, a world that he was a part of. Even though Philomel was glaring at him, compared to a dew drop on a leaf, compared to bluebells under the moonlight, compare to the miraculous falling diamonds called rain. He still found her eyes the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

" You squeal like a piggy!"

Philomel snapped back, and Amon chuckled.

" Squ Squeak Sque-ak Squeak!"

Little One imitated and the tones matched Philomel's words perfectly but the words were complete gibberish. However it did sound like the perfect mocking, unfortunately, no one noticed since Amon's chuckling overpowered it.

" So what about Dummy trees, kyaaaa?"

Amon teased with a huge grin as he looked down at her. Philomel instantly stuck out her tongue again.

"You're the dummy, dummy! Trees grow up and they aren't completely in the mud!"

Philomel reminded.

" Sounds like a major stick in the mud to me. Also, could you stop doing that? That really annoys me."

Amon asked nicely as he rolled his eyes, not liking Philomel belittling him and sticking out her tongue at him rudely.

" I do whatever I like and there's nothing you can do about it. "

Philomel smugly said as she stuck out her tongue.

" Well, then I shall do the same."

Amon threatened with a smug grin.

" Oh, so scary, and what you're going to do?"

Philomel mocked and suddenly Amon kissed her cheek. Philomel instantly sat up, gasping at the realization of it while pointing a wobbly finger at Amon. Amon quickly got up to his feet and moved a distance from her, knowing she would launch some sort of attack.

" And since you were being such a belittling bully, I'm not taking any form of responsibility if you do get pregnant."

Amon added oil to the fire.

" Hump! Just wait until we get home! I'm telling Daddy all about it! Then you'll do more than regret your actions."

Philomel pouted as she stood up to her feet, not really wanting to punish Amon in any way. Since he did help her when she fell by taking most of the damage from the fall. On top of that, she knew it wasn't nice belittling Amon even though it was in the heat of the moment while bickering. It was obvious that both of them cared for Little One and just had different ways of showing it. Even though Philomel doesn't agree with Amon's methods, it's still how Amon wanted to show his care for the baby and she didn't want to interfere with it. It's just that she didn't like how Amon was being pushy and trying to get her to do the same methods as him.

" Seeing how we still haven't finished our quest. I would say that's still a long way, away."

Amon pointed out with a huge grin when he realized she didn't want to harm him in any way.

" Then no wasting any time!"

Philomel ordered as she dusted the back of her dress. A little miffed her favorite dress was covered in mud again.

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