Thirty

He tried to look away to figure out if he would be able to concentrate but he got the worst side of the coil. There was nothing he could possibly do with the tail. 

"I am pregnant."

He would pretend that he didn't hear. Probably there was a blow from the wind which had been made to sound like the language of the humans owed to the forces between the supernals and those who had been trained by the rage of nature. 

He didn't look away from the ocean. Why would he. He didn't hear anything. He seemed to had been thinking too much and had been much on himself that he felt like things were not what they used to be. He could see a little fish fighting its balance in the proud waves. 

He was sure that the lady couldn't possibly say that she was pregnant of course. She was a Nymph and could only but think of little things. Not like really little things. But things which would never have to do with the way a typical human thinks. To him, that was his little things. 

And since he had lived to be wise, he hadn't heard where a Nymph got pregnant. That was exactly why he wasn't afraid. He knew the lady hadn't said anything but prna his part was catching up with him and since he was in what was close to a fantasy, a lot of things might be brought up. 

Few years back, he had impregnated the daughter of a Weaver who was quite poor and had no means to make ends than weave for those who would even owe. The man wouldn't stop doing what he did until he got contact with Lia. 

They became quite close and he loved her daughter. Well, lust after her by the way. He had his way with her and impregnated her under a tree while the father was at he back of the house weaving. 

When the news of the malady and odds got to the father, he was too old to contain the sorrow and rage. He died by shock and the whole scene with a new but severe twist. A twist made into rings of odds. 

He took her in. Well, in her father's house and helped her get acquainted with things. Since she was the only child, she was entitled to the house as a token of inheritance. He handed its care to him and she was up for delivery. 

After she gave birth, the baby died, and at the course of finishing up and sewing the opened and splitted skin per surgery, she died too. 

He should mourn for a while of course which he did. He then was entitled to the ownership of the house. He didn't want to stay in Crete and decided to sell the house. He did sell it at a good price and invested it in getting more books and courses on running a great  Colosseum for Gladiators but was met with a shaman who took an advantage of his mind and his wealth. 

He had since then returned to Rome and had been met with several other malady until that moment. He had been able to scale through many. Impregnating, stealing, overtaking, brainwashing and all sorts of odd arts which he considered as games of the mind which helped him train in his instinct and his ability to tame others. 

But the thought of pregnancy owed to what he wouldn't believe that he had heard set him off, putting into light the odd experiences he had had. He couldn't think of what would come off it. He wished that he knew that all was right.

There was no point even in being afraid. He knew that she didn't say that. Then he should look at her to brace his newly erected courage. He did just that and she spoke again:

"And you're responsible for it."

He wanted to smack her actually. He wasn't ready for her games. But he needed to understand something. She seemed to be taking it seriously. Like had he really impregnated her? How? When? By what means? To what end? For what reason?

He had no idea which of the questions he was supposed to ask or get an answer to. He should speak but didn't know what to say to her. 

How would had impregnated her after she had mated with all his brothers. She had slept with all his brothers and then was claiming that he was responsible for her pregnancy. How crazy and dimwitted she was. 

He wouldn't say a thing and would seem weak. He would be undaunted and would wear the gaze. He wanted to prove to the Nymph that he knew what he was doing and he needed no one to make him feel miserable. If he did want to feel miserable he could get all he wanted. He could make whatever he wanted of himself. 

He metamorphosed his gaze. Twas between a smile and a frown at that moment. He was waiting for her reactions. She didn't seem to be moved to. He could never had impregnated a  Nymph. Not the debt collector. 

"But I'm sure you want to escape with this helmet. You want to start a new life beyond this village. Over the sea. Take the helmet, swim to the other part of the ocean.  it remember in your expenditure that you have a son and a lady who would always come looking for you and would find you."

She disappeared. He swiped his left had over his face. He didn't know what to think. He wished that he did. He could process the who thought. 

The helmet of Jin was before him on the shore. But he was confused. He felt guilty for the very first time. He had no idea though. 

Then he saw a man coming his way. He was sure that twas one of the scribes of the temples. Such would be able to identify the helmet and he couldn't afford to lose it. 

He could reached out for it and had a grab. He was browsing his consciousness on what to do with it. 

Lying on it could be better way. The scribe was damn too close.