"Why did you bring a little girl back with you while you were out scouting?"
When Little Rich Bro and the manticore landed on the cape where the crew was resting, the other players who had already returned from scouting immediately noticed that Little Rich Bro had a "little tagalong" beside him.
Rabbit was especially surprised. She blinked and exclaimed:
"Don't tell me you went and became a human trafficker? Hey, where we're from, you'd get beaten to death for something like that. Oh, look at this little girl—what a sweet, pretty face! Those big eyes are practically talking. Come on, I'll take you to change your clothes!
Such an adorable little face, and there's blood all over it. She must be terrified."
Sister Rabbit's maternal instincts kicked in, and she tried to coax the little girl out from behind Little Rich Bro. But the girl got scared when Rabbit approached. She let out a piercing scream, grabbed Meow Brother's trouser leg, and refused to let go, edging closer to the manticore.
She was clearly traumatized.
It was understandable. From the girl's clothes, she looked like a sheltered child who'd grown up spoiled. But just moments ago, she'd watched a group of people get slaughtered by the island's crazed undead and rampaging plants. Even adults would struggle to stomach such a gruesome sight, let alone a little girl who couldn't be more than ten.
She stared at everyone who came near her with those expressive eyes, terrified. Her little hands had squeezed Little Rich Bro's trouser leg until her knuckles were white. It was obvious that she trusted no one but Little Rich Bro, who had rescued her.
The other players fell silent at her reaction.
They'd never encountered anything like this in their own world, but Rabbit only felt