"It failed, huh?" Inala muttered as he got up and stretched a little. Honestly, he didn't have much confidence in the scouting plan succeeding, since the City Lord was a fearsome character.
Two Empyrean Zinger Scouts prowled on the houses closest to the City Lord's estate, but couldn't go anywhere near it. After all, there were waves of Prana unleashed by the guards posted throughout the estate.
It would be easy to discover them. Since the scouts weren't stealth type, this was their limit.
After thinking a bit, Inala dispersed a few more scouts, posting them to strategic locations throughout the city, at the rooftop of the tallest buildings. This gave them a bird's eye view of everyone.
Since they couldn't hear the contents of the City Lord's discussion, the next best plan was to at least keep an eye on everything of importance that happened in Ellora City.
That way, as long as he was aware of who the people attending the secret meeting in two days were, he could at least make preparations accordingly.
Once it was evening, the top floors of the Theatre closed one after another. Their primary customers were the nobility who had to return to their duties during the night, keeping watch over the walls that were attacked by the Slump Lizards.
Hence, only the lower floors of the Theatre functioned late into the night, closing up at midnight. Inala retired for the night, leaving the rest to his trusty subordinates.
He entered the courtyard situated behind the Theatre and gazed at a small mansion that had been built. It was his home, 'I never thought I would amass such a level of wealth so quickly when I arrived at Sumatra.'
'It's all thanks to my Mystic Skill Creator.' Inala felt glad to have obtained such a valuable Skill. This allowed him to adapt and make the most out of any situation. It was how he was able to create and run a successful theatre business.
Thud! Crack!
Hearing a loud sound, Inala became alert, rushing into the house in a hurry, 'What happened?'
He burst through the door and observed two people in the living room. One was a lady with a large build while the other was a three-year-old kid. They were Asaeya and baby Gannala.
"I hate you!" Baby Gannala shouted as she held Asaeya's arm, exerting more strength as she overpowered the latter. Strength surged through her hands as baby Gannala gripped tighter, resulting in cracking sounds from Asaeya's arms. Her bones were cracking. "Don't touch me! You're giving me a rash, you rash woman!"
"Shut up!" Asaeya shouted upon noticing Inala, using him to activate her ability and snuff out all of baby Gannala's senses. Once baby Gannala became weak, she used a rope to tie her up.
"Untie me, woman!" Baby Gannala screeched once all her senses returned, unable to move as her joints were knotted down by the rope. She then noticed Inala's arrival, shouting in hope, "Dada! Save me!"
"Ugh," Inala felt a headache as he stared at Asaeya, "What happened?"
"She refuses to eat." Asaeya grumbled as Prana surged in her arms and mended the fracture, "When I forced her to have food, she broke my arm."
"You know you should eat well to grow up healthy, right?" Inala stared at baby Gannala and slowly untied her.
Once her bindings came undone, baby Gannala leaped into his embrace, ignoring his grunts as she screamed, "I hate your Life Bombs. I'm bored of it! They taste like Slump Lizards."
"Don't be a spoiled brat," Inala activated his Internal Inertial Gravity at full strength to withstand baby Gannala's weight, relieved once his bones stopped making creaking sounds, "If you don't eat, then I won't talk to you."
"That's not fair!" Baby Gannala complained, pouting in sadness, "You think it's a pain to raise me! I can read your thoughts!"
"Congratulations! You've chosen the correct answer!" Inala laughed and pinched her cheeks, "So, be a good girl and eat lots…"
"Uwaaa!" Baby Gannala broke into a crying fit. Her voice ruptured the air, creating powerful sonic booms.
Inala hurriedly encased them in a large Prana Bomb, grunting as he prevented the sound waves from going out. But, that also meant the waves were reflected inside, causing a trail of blood to drip from his ears.
For the next three hours, he had to endure the sonic booms unleashed by a crying baby Gannala. Though three years old, she was an Expert Gold Grade Pranic Beast. Her mental faculties were already on par with a twelve-year-old human girl and continued to develop in an accelerated fashion.
In terms of Prana, she already had more than 500, an exorbitant sum for a three-year-old. As a result, despite being in a human form, she was already exhibiting more and more traces of an Empyrean Tusk.
More than half her organs had become biomes at present. As a result, she had a voracious appetite. If she doesn't eat, it would only hinder her development, which in turn weakens the Mammoth Clan that expectantly awaits her return.
'In terms of intelligence, she should almost be on par with Asaeya. She's only acting like a three-year-old to mess with us.' Inala sighed mentally as he tried to console baby Gannala.
However, the moment he had the thought, baby Gannala stopped crying, stared at him, and spoke in a saddened tone, "I hate you, dada!"
"Yeah, yeah." Inala nodded and patted her back. Since she stopped crying, he shattered the large Prana Bomb and walked out, "I'm hungry. Let's eat."
"Okay…" Baby Gannala spoke sullenly while dangling from Inala's neck, "Dada! Can't you make some Life Bombs from the Rockatrice?"
"You mad or what?" Inala grumbled, "It's one of the strongest Silver Grade Pranic Beasts in terms of combat. Your useless dad will swiftly become its breakfast."
"Don't lie!" Baby Gannala argued as she used her powers to vary her centre of gravity and swing around him, using his neck as a pole, "I read your memories. You have methods to defeat it."
"Your dad is a dumbass. Don't believe whatever he thinks. He's delusional." Inala ignored her ramblings and brought her to the dining room and placed her before a pile of Prana Bombs and Life Bombs, "Eat them all without wasting anything!"
Baby Gannala was Gannala's successor. Therefore, Inala was considered part of her immune system, allowing her to access all his thoughts and memories.
As a result, he considered her to be annoying, especially since she was pretty demanding in nature. All Empyrean Tusks were demanding in nature, but the difference between them and baby Gannala was the existence of the Mammoth Clan serving her.
Her only Mammoth Clansmen in the area was Inala who was her old man; he didn't behave like her servant, like all Mammoth Clansmen part of her settlement would do. Moreover, he didn't pay her much attention, causing her to well up with complaints.
"Dada! At least bring me some highly fertile soil. I want to eat something different for a change." She pouted.
"We have fertile soil at home." Inala said and pointed at their garden, "It's all yours."