"My lord! You're finally back!"
"My lord..."
But that still wasn't all.
Before Nalant could free himself from Sherry's tearful embrace, several more soft, fragrant bodies threw themselves into his arms.
Vivian, Catherine, Vini, and Bessie were all clinging to Nalant.
The news Little Gray had brought back this time had been far too perilous, painting a picture for the girls of Nalant having already resigned himself to death.
Under such circumstances, although the girls still clung to the faintest thread of hope, they had truly believed that their lord would most likely never return.
And their reason for going had merely been to be with their lord, whether in life or death.
"Alright, alright, don't get so worked up. Isn't your lord back now?"
His nose was filled with a soul-soothing fragrance, while soft, broken sobs echoed by his ears.
Even Nalant, who had become decisive and ruthless since crossing over, could hardly bear it.
He immediately raised a hand and gently patted the Daughters of Luck on their backs, comforting them softly.
Of course, with so many girls, he could only pat them one by one.
"My lord, don't leave us again in the future, alright? If something happens to you, Sherry will be very sad!" Feeling that familiar palm on her head, the little girl finally recovered somewhat and stopped sobbing.
Instead, she raised her head and pleaded with Nalant through her watery eyes.
"Alright. Your lord promises that I'll never leave you again!" This was the most heartwarming plea Nalant had ever heard.
And seeing that the other girls' eyes were equally red, Nalant finally realized that these girls could no longer bear to be without him either.
"Thank you, my lord! Sherry will definitely listen to you from now on!" The little girl immediately brightened