After settling the Kulala Sisters in, he asked Irina and Nepheli to keep them company.
Kulala and Kulalis woke up and, recalling the tragedy that had befallen them, could not help crying again.
Under the circumstances, it was hard not to cry.
Their voices were nearly hoarse from crying, and their tears had almost run dry.
"Oh, stop crying. I'm an orphan too!" Nepheli said, sitting beside them. "I don't even know who my parents were."
Hearing this, Kulala kept quietly wiping away her tears, but Kulalis did much better.
Kulalis spoke through her tears. "H-how is that the same? You never even met them, so of course you don't feel anything for them. We lived together every day growing up. We were very close. Losing our parents hurts terribly."
"Yes, yes, but you still have to live. Crying alone won't bring them back, honestly." Nepheli's words sounded callous, but that was how everyone got through it.
Especially since she had lived in a tribe.
Orphans were common in that barbarian tribe. They were all gathered together like a flock of sheep and cared for collectively by the tribe's adults.
Even the most thickheaded barbarian understood one thing-children were the tribe's future.
For a tribe to thrive, it had to maintain a certain population.
Preferably, those people would also be fierce, capable of fighting and hunting to bring benefits to the tribe.
Children were not raised for nothing.
So Nepheli was relatively independent.
On top of that, Zhao Si had lured her away, and Fortissax had educated her, leading her away from the path her life had originally taken.
She had not become the sort of "upright person" Sir Gideon Ofnir wanted. She worshipped no individual and had established no particular convictions.
Zhao Si was an easygoing man.
Fortissax was