Chapter 8: The Return of Kafka
As the days slowly passed, Adam took care of Elara whenever he could and fulfilled the little girl's wishes. Whether it was shopping, a walk through the city, or even eating together in a restaurant.
Since he had taken control of the planet, trade had flourished easily, because now contracts were no longer simple contracts but were made with the blessing of the sun god, and those who wished to violate them paid a heavy price.
For this reason, he is also called the god of contracts, even if this is not the only domain in which the sun god is present. The Path of the Sun has the abilities of bardic songs, fire and light manipulation, sun magic, notarization, purification, justice, holiness, order and faith, sun and light, and inextinguishable light.
All these abilities show that the sun god is a benevolent and compassionate god, who would doubt a god who has authority over justice and holiness, which are symbols of benevolence. So Adam, his messenger, even if it was hard in the beginning, now all the new believers no longer doubt his credibility and no longer take him for an impostor and a charlatan.
One week after her arrival on the planet to live with her father, Elara, now dressed in a white dress with no other patterns on it, despite its simplicity, highlighted her healthy and benevolent behavior. After all, during this week, she did not simply have fun, but also learned a lot, whether it was the history of the religion or the behavior and mentality that a believer of the Sun God should have.
Her white skin, shining in the sunlight, gave her this aura of a chosen one of the sun, after all it was the afternoon when the sun is at its highest. She ran barefoot in the great church garden, while she chased flying birds and laughed like a child her age.
The news that she was the Saint's daughter leaked out, and now everyone in the church knows it. At first there were discussions, because even if their loyalty to the lord is absolute and for them the Saint is the most perfect existence and as the face of the lord, the believers held him even higher in their respect. There were even radicals who placed the Saint above even themselves and their loved ones, so learning that their saint had a child hit them the hardest and left them incredulous.
But fortunately, the middle-aged priest who knew the truth about Elara's story did not speak too much about her mother and who she really is, so her mother's identity became one of the mysteries of the church. But out of respect for the saint, no one dared investigate this matter, even without Adam's order.
Adam, sitting in front of a wooden table with 3 chairs and different desserts placed on it, seemed to be waiting for someone. In front of him was a porcelain cup and a teapot that strangely still seemed to be at the same temperature.
He was still dressed in his usual priestly robes, but unlike his habit, this one, instead of jet black, was white with silver parts. He wore white gloves that hid his entire hands and still had his cross-shaped silver necklace around his neck.
Today he seemed different from usual: his behavior, in addition to appearing divine, also seemed truly noble, and his golden eyes, shining like tiny suns, were particularly striking.
As he watched Elara playing in the garden, running around the fountain while laughing, his smile, which seemed to radiate infinite warmth, thought.
"It seems that this week ended up being more productive than expected," he thought, "she has already adapted to the environment but still she must continue because she still has this habit of playing and not taking anything seriously," as he turned his head to look around, there was no one nearby.
"Dad! Dad!" cried Elara as she ran toward her father. "Look, the flowers in the garden are starting to sing and dance, they're too funny," she finished, stopping and looking into her father's eyes, which no matter how she looked at them were incredible.
Adam, instead of answering her, turned his gaze toward the garden entrance. At that moment, the sound of footsteps could be heard, calm and slow, as if the person walking belonged there. At that moment, a figure entered the garden and approached the table. She sat down elegantly, right leg over left, hands crossed.
The person was a woman who appeared to be in her twenties, a mature and tall woman. Her eyes, like Elara's, were violet, with violet hair. With her usual distinctive outfit still in place, she looked Adam in the eyes without a trace of embarrassment or shyness.
"So tell me, my dear, how was child care for this week," she spoke in a soft and honeyed voice, "Oh, you are there? How is my little baby? I hope you haven't caused any trouble for your father?" before waiting for Adam's answer she turned around and looked at Elara in front of Adam as if she had just noticed her and questioned her.
"I'm very well and I've been very good and I've always listened to daddy," Elara exclaimed with her hands on her hips as if she were proud of herself and wanted to be praised, "Also with daddy we did so many fun things, like last time we visited the city and went shopping, he bought me lots of new really pretty clothes," continued Elara as she told about her week without stopping.
As the two parents listened to their daughter speaking nonstop, neither of them stopped her but only smiled without saying anything, this display lasted 30 minutes before she stopped, but this stop was not because she had nothing to say but only because she was thirsty, so she sat on the third seat next to her mother, took the orange juice and drank it in one gulp.
While she was drinking, "I didn't think you would arrive today," Adam explained to her, referring to the lack of hospitality, "next time I'll prepare something better for you."
"Oh, don't worry, it's my fault for not warning you," Kafka assured him with smiling at the meaning behind this sentence, "my daughter missed me so I came to see her, simply, and i also wanted to see my husband" Kafka specified the reason for her visit with a strange tone.
"Otherwise, how is your work going?" Adam asked, "after all it is not an easy job and full of rest, is it?" Adam explained purely out of curiosity with his eyes that seemed to see through everything without saying anything for her words.
"Don't worry, my work is going very well," she assured him, "but thank you for your concern," as she thanked Adam for his concern with her soft and charming voice.g
From afar, people could take them for a perfect family with their adorable daughter, but only the two of them know that neither of them really sees Elara as their daughter or has any kind of family feeling for her.
Elara watched her parents talking calmly, and she could not help but smile unconsciously on her face. After all, it had always been her dream to see her mother and father together like this, talking over an afternoon snack.