Ethan stood quietly among the members of Malphas's group, adjusting the strap of the leather armor around his shoulder. His usually energetic face was far more serious now.
Just then, a familiar voice called out from behind.
"Ethan!"
He turned around immediately. Walking toward him were three people. His parents and his little sister.
His mother looked worried, her brows slightly knitted as she hurried closer. Beside her walked a small girl with light brown hair tied in two messy ponytails. She looked no older than nine or ten. Both of them were beastman like him.
Behind them came Ethan's father.
Unlike his mother and sister, his father was already wearing armor. A sword hung at his waist, and a round shield was strapped to his back.
He was going to fight today as well. In the same group as Ethan.
Ethan's little sister ran the last few steps and grabbed his arm tightly. "Brother… you have to be careful," she said, her voice small but firm.
