A/N: The chapter ahead is raw, which means not been proofread yet nor edited.1****1
When Wattroid opened the door of Watts's Dome, the estate is already on the other side. But what surprised them most are their servants and knights lined up, as if they expected their homecoming.
Ohms Xirquit removed his sister's arm around his neck then twisted it. Elektra cried out in pain.
"We're not your Lords anymore. We're here to take what we have left behind. You're free."
The Head Maid bowed her head.
"Not until we heard it from the Grand Duchess and Grand Duke themselves. We swore to serve House Xirquit. If you're looking for the Lady's husband and sons, I myself will lead you to them. Please, this way."
Elektra laughed as a mockery to her brother, so he twisted it more to make her laughter into screams.
They follow the Head Maid to the open lands where farmers are already reaping what they sow. The crops have grown into healthy and nutritious vegetables and fruits.
An open field with hundreds of farmers, but Elektra found who they are looking for---especially him.
He straightened his back and wiped his sweat using the back of his hand. Under the golden rays of the sun, a handsome farmer stands tall amidst his bountiful field, his rugged features softened by a serene expression. His weathered hands, calloused from years of labor, rest lightly on the handle of his hoe as he takes a moment to breathe in the crisp, fresh air.
His attire, a simple yet well-worn flannel shirt and denim overalls, splashed with dried mud, speaks of hard work and dedication. His hair, tousled by the gentle breeze, frames a face bronzed by the sun, accentuating his rugged good looks yet features so soft. With a contented sigh, he closes his eyes, basking in the warmth of the sunlight dappling through the swaying crops. The symphony of nature surrounds him, the rustle of leaves and the chirping of birds providing a soothing backdrop to his moment of respite. In this tranquil scene, amidst the vibrant green of the field and the azure expanse of the sky, the farmer finds solace and renewal, a testament to the timeless beauty of the land he tends with love and care.
All of that, reflected in the lady's eyes. Ohms raised his eyebrow at his sister as he see her fall in love with the farmer every time she sees him all over again. Always falling in love at first sight for him, but always forgets him, too.
He let bitterly threw her hand back to her, snapping her back to reality. A smile slowly formed in her lips and they grew bigger until they reached her ears. She removed her shoes using her feet and jumped into the field.
"BARTHOLOMEW!" She screamed at the top of her lungs while running to her husband.
It instantly got the farmer's attention. And when he saw who was coming to him, his cognac brown eyes sparkled and as if it was infectious, he wore the same smile on his face.
"Ma'am Elektra!"
Ohms Xirquit's face crumpled and felt his veins popped from what he just heard.
A husband using honorifics to his wife? What kind of husband and wife are they?
Bartholomew accepted his wife in his arms and spin her around.
"Ugh, this makes me sick. Ruin their moment this once and gather their rats. We're leaving at once. NOW!" Ohms Xirquit ordered and marched back to their estate. On his way, he found his mortal enemy standing by the doorway with a pink shovel in her right hand.
Ah, he remembered. His sister spawned a little demoness.
The Lady, named after their mother, Franchette Xerena, is his sister's youngest child. She got his father's bushy red hair and freckles but got her mother's blue eyes. They call her a 'wild cat', twice the insane of her mother.
She's hissing at him, eyes flickering in anger. Looking at the shovel she's holding, he knows she would stab him with it. The lady is a young eleven years old.
"What's a bastard doing here?" she fumed, glaring at him.
"You are the bastard. And why are you picking on me? Don't piss me off any further. I'd kick back to your mother's womb," Ohms Xirquit fumed back, but much calmer, as he look down on her.
"I will cut your tongue."
It brought a smirk to his face. He then stretch the side of his lips using his finger, opened his mouth, then stick his tongue out to provoke the little lady more.
"I'd like to see you try, little bitch."
The little lady finally had it and screamed first before launching an attack on him. Of course, he evaded her while mocking her. But beneath it all, he can see her potential.
The lady is swift and quick. Too young to have a murderous intent. She really want to hurt him.
She's a hunter, always spending her time in the woods. She would often come back home bathe in blood and a bloody face with a bloody smile. Always collecting body parts of animals in the wild and putting them together to make a strange and exotic creature.
But when she heard a whistle coming, her hand stopped in the air. Wattroid is approaching with them, and Elektra Xirquit is the one whistling. Bartholomew is carrying her on his back. Beside them were their sons, carrying baskets of freshly picked vegetables and fruits.
Elektra continued whistling with a mask plastered on her face. A mask they rarely see on her.
"Drop the shovel, Franchette," she said in a different kind of way, a tone so authoritative. Bartholomew gulped. It made him tremble. He's seen it once. The first time she saw her mask. It was also the last time and he will never ask to see it again.
"Ah, Xerena, I told you, shovels are for digging, not for stabbing," her brother said as he walk to her. His voice is so mellow.
"Good morning, U-Uncle..." The boy couldn't look into Ohm's eyes. He rather look down than do so. He has always been intimidating.
"Tsk. You stink, rat. Don't ever get near me." He rolled his eyes on him and turn around to get inside, when his sister spoke again.
"Ohms," it stopped his motion. He looked back at her and his eyes widened a little when she saw the look on her face.
"Say it again. What you called him. Go on, say it."
Wattroid's smile curled anxiously as the tension between the sister and brother intensify. Seeing it coming, he stepped in to stop Ohms from saying what he said again just to see what his sister would do to him.
"I think we should get inside. Head Maid, please help the lady's family get dressed. Make it simple and comfortable."
"Yes, Young Lord."
Ohms shrugged at Elektra and left first to get to his room. He locked his doors, took a deep breath, then chuckled when he remembered the look on his sister's face.
A Covry, indeed.
As he walk to his bathroom, he lifted his turtle neck shirt to take it off. He walked back when he walked past a mirror. He stared at himself, then cursed sternly. He look good with it, but he don't think his mother would like it. That's why he's hiding it.
His tattoos.
Guess it's not only their baby brother who holds secrets to himself.
"Uhm, H-Honey?" Bartholomew struggled in speaking up. He's still afraid of the woman he's carrying on his back.
Elektra blushed and hid her face on his neck. He smell like sweat and mud and grass, but she doesn't mind. On the other hand, it's making her husband conscious and ashamed.
"Why would you only call me that when it's just us?" she whispered lowly, enough for him to hear. They're walking to their room.
Bartholomew gulped, "S-Sorry... Sir Ohms is so... He's so intimidating. Your family is so great, too. I don't even know why I'm here. Sorry, Honey. We've been together for so long, but I still couldn't see myself fitting in."
Elektra sighed and kissed his cheek.
"You're carrying my name. You should be proud. I chose you. My pretty boy." She kissed him again and he blushed harder.
When they got in their room, Elektra jumped off him.
"Ah, look at you now. Please, get in the shower first. I'll come---"
"What are you saying? I did it on purpose. Let's shower together, Honey. We will shower together."
It wasn't the first time they've seen each other naked, but Bartholomew still gets very shy every time. The lady is with good physique. Toned and lean with strong muscles. He's the same, but calloused. His skin is tanned by the sun, rough and dry. On the other hand, everything about his wife is beautiful. Her skin is smooth and fair, skin so supple and soft. Until now, he doesn't know why she chose him. He's just a farmer. He's not as smart as her. Though her family got him schooled, he's just not on their level.
For him, every Xirquit is a god. Majestic. Untouchable. Great.
He felt like a puny mortal before a goddess.
But he's happy when he's with her. Their relationship lasted even though it's so simple. Apart from farming, the only thing he could do to this family is give her sons---the ones who continued the Xirquit bloodline.
"Honey..."
Bartholomew carefully held her in his hands, guiding her hips every pound. Elektra searched for his face and threw her head back to kiss him. The water from the shower kept on pouring over them. It's cold, but what they're doing is burning and hot.
"Faster, Hun. You can go faster," she smiled and brought his fingers to her mouth.
Bartholomew planted small kisses on her shoulders and pleased her.
Ohms Xirquit didn't like it when he caught a glimpse of hickeys underneath his sister's shirt. He just rolled his eyes on them when they reached him. Their little demon spawn, disguising as an angel, put her hands in the air and asked her mother to lift her up.
"Oh, my little hamster! What's your name again?"
"Mom!" The little lady pouted. Elektra laughed and chomped her daughter's cheeks.
"Oh, I remembered now. My Franchette Xerena!"
Bartholomew clapped happily and so his sons. Ohms squinted his eyes when it got too bright in front of him. He hate it. He hate seeing people happy.
"I can't wait to meet Grandpa and Grandma again! They will love these fruits! I picked them myself!" The oldest exclaimed while hugging the basket of fruits in his arms.
Kendrew Xirquit, firstborn of Bartholomew Xirquit and Elektra Harmony Xirquit, is a good-hearted man like his father. He's fond of gardening and farming, too. His wife is an architect and they had four sons. He died of cancer at the age of 65, the first Xirquit to die in their timeline.
"I grew these flowers myself. Grandma said she likes flowers," the second giggled.
Leandrew Xirquit, the second-born, is the second sunshine of House Xirquit after Kendrew. He's an introvert, but talk to him and he will never stop talking to you. The sweetest among the three, always looking out for others in his own ways. He dated a model and had a son, then found out that she just used him because of his name and relation with the Xirquits, and that she's been cheating on him ever since. He won custody over their son and what happened to her is history. She was never seen again after that. He died fifteen years later in a plane crash.
"Oh, yeah! I got the best gifts in the world! This cabbage is the best! My carrots are very cute! Look at this tomato! This is redder than my hair! You can eat this raw! Can I bring my cattle? It's a newborn! I will give it to Granddad! I named it Volt!"
The brightest sunshine but also the most dense, Matthew Xirquit never married and died when he mistook poison for a food on his 20s. Apparently, he sneak in his grandparents' bedroom and found the poison on the bed among with other deadly tools. When they found him, he's already dead. Perhaps his death is the funniest. It's just so dumb.
The people close to Empress Siofra were buried in the same memorial, that's why resurrecting them was easy because they were all gathered in the same place, except for the following generations. Elektra's children and husband were originally not buried among the others, but upon her request, they moved their remains to the memorial.
Since their arrival to the new world, all they ever did was farm. They were given abilities related to farming and agriculture, which is very helpful and suitable for them.
Wattroid summoned the twin doors of his Master's office. He twisted both door knobs and pushed it open.
"GRANMA! GRANPA!" Matthew popped in and skipped to his grandparents. Franchetti Xerene left the bowl of soup on the table and welcome her grandson in her arms.
"Oh, Matty! I missed you!"
Franchetti Xerene lifted him and spin him around. Matthew chuckled like a kid and flapped his feet.
"My Granma is so strong! This tomato is for you! It's sweet, Granma!"
"Really? Let me taste it." She dropped him first and bite on the tomato he showed her.
"Hmm! It is! Are you hungry? You smell nice, my boy. Come, sit. Let's eat---"
"STARS!"
Matthew left the basket and fruit on her hands and skipped to the window. He placed his hands on the glass, eyes completely wide and so his mouth.
His eyes reflected the asteroid that went by.
"A shooting star! We're going to die!"
"M-Matthew!" His frightened father called and walked eagerly to fetch him.
"What are you saying? Behave. Your uncles are here. Do you want your Uncle Ohms to scold you?" Bartholomew whispered to his son softly in worry and fixed his shirt.
"But there's a shooting star! It will hit us then boom! Baam! Wooosh~"
Bartholomew panicked and dropped his son's hands when he made gestures using them.
"He's stupid," the little lady lazily grumbled. She's already seated.
"Xerena, you don't say that to your brother," Voltage Xirquit said and pulled his wife a chair.
The matriarch of their family sat by the end of the table. The patriarch positioned himself in the first seat on her right, followed by their eldest and second son. Watts Xirquit is on her left. Beside him is the little lady who's judging his whole existence with a very haughty expression. Next to her is her mother then an empty seat for her father, then Kendrew and Leandrew.
"You look like Uncle Watts, but hotter and sexier,"the little lady finally commented, still judging him.
So, he smiled down on her and pat her head.
"Maybe because I'm your Uncle Watts, and that's Wattroid. It's not me anymore. I used him as my disguise."
He find it funny when his niece's face pulled a shock and unbelieving expression.
"Wattroid, please call King Liorei so we can begin."
But the King went out of Moon's room just in time. His eyes were red and puffy and it's obvious that he just cried. When he saw them, he instantly smiled and greeted Elektra's husband and sons.
He sat on the other end of the table and smiled at everyone.
"Thank you for the food. Now, shall we?"