Little Minghui and Lien spent almost five days in the woods before finding their way out. Unable to understand each other's language, the two youngsters used gestures to communicate their needs, making the days a little less dull.
Lien was curious about everything around Little Minghui. What was Little Lecher carrying? What kind of young beastfolk was Toothless, and why had Toothless never returned to human form? And why was there a little sprout inside the helmet she held?
He was still a boy, full of wonder at everything, especially Dongfang Minghui and her companions, who had suddenly appeared in his life.
After witnessing Luther and the others' deaths, Lien no longer regarded Dongfang Minghui as a princess who might well have been spoiled rotten. He began to see this little sister, half a head shorter than him, as a warrior.
Dongfang Minghui, who had been demoted to a little sister: "..."
After crossing the mountain, they spotted a town in the distance. It looked ancient, something evident even from the sign outside its entrance. The clumsy lettering left anyone who read it utterly baffled.
The moment their odd little party entered town, they drew every beastfolk's attention. These youngsters were simply too young, especially the little girl clutching a helmet in both hands. Her rosy face was delicate, and her eyes, as black as grapes, looked around curiously. The filthy beastfolk boy beside her formed a stark contrast, while the slightly taller girl's youthful face showed that she was not much older either. Toothless swaggered down the street, attracting a crowd of beastfolk children on the verge of transformation. Some even followed them.
"Roar!" Toothless turned, opened a mouth full of sharp teeth, and growled. The beastfolk children, in their assorted animal forms, froze in place, afraid to approach.