"Hungry?"
"Yah~ yah~"
Looking at the pouting infant, Titus's expression did not change in the slightest. He raised his hand, bit his finger open, and placed it in the infant's mouth.
The infant hugged Titus's finger with both little hands and began to suck.
A few minutes later, the infant released his hands, slowly closed his eyes, and gradually fell asleep.
"Raise it, or..."
By this point, Titus had already made his decision. After gathering all the corpses in the small tribe together with a wave of his hand, he set them ablaze.
Watching the flames soar into the sky, Titus held the sleeping infant in his arms and left without looking back, heading deeper into the grasslands.
Three days later, Titus temporarily settled on a small hill three hundred kilometers north of the Great Snow Mountain. Once the infant in his arms was a little older, he planned to give him to a family, then continue searching for the truth of this world.
One morning, half a month later, the infant called out "Father" for the first time. Titus sat beside the bed for a long time before finally naming the child Lin, full name Lin Titus.
As time passed, Lin gradually grew up, and Titus forgot his original plan, settling down on the hill.
A graceful young catgirl came to Titus's side, crouched down, looked into his eyes, and asked again, "Father, was I really picked up by you?"
Titus, who was carving a wooden figurine, did not even raise his head as he answered, "That's right. I picked you up."
Hearing this answer, the catgirl sounded somewhat delighted as she asked again, "Then where did you pick me up?"
"At the foot of the Great Snow Mountain," Titus answered again.
"Then we aren't related by blood."
"No."