"Um... Lord Grom?"
Inside the Emerald Dream, outside a small hut built of emerald-colored crystal, Jenny brought the freshly picked fruit close to the entrance and cautiously peered inside.
Dog Bro immediately wore a helpless expression and tilted his enormous head. "What is it?"
Jenny entered timidly, raised the plant-woven basket in her hands, and whispered, "They found some new fruit in the east again. Would you like to try some?"
"No need. You eat it yourself..." Dog Bro sighed.
"It's really tasty... J-just try some..." Jenny said, gathering her courage.
Dog Bro looked at the once-spoiled noble heiress. Thorny weeds covered her body, leaving her looking rather disheveled. Clearly, she had rushed over to find him the moment she finished picking the fruit...
Compared to how she had once expected food to be brought to her mouth and clothes placed in her hands, she had clearly grown a lot...
Dog Bro believed that people could change for the better. Just like him, all they needed was a few experiences.
But someone else becoming better and him accepting her goodwill were two different things. Dog Bro certainly would not stoop to romancing this young woman while his sister's life or death remained unknown.
Besides, the two situations were fundamentally different. One admired him out of hero worship, while the other had grown close to him when he was at his most ordinary. Naturally, the feelings they inspired could not be compared...
Because heroes never lacked worshippers, but the warmth shown during ordinary times was what was truly precious in life...
"Your mother has sacrificed a lot for you... With the time you have, you should care more about your own family..." Dog Bro's words sounded rather cold.
Jenny pouted. "When does Mother even have time to care about me now?"