"What happened?" Amaya asked anxiously.
"This 'thing' is still too little but already vicious. He wanted to hurt me," Marx growled.
The young human spider boy glared at Marx, but his eyes looked pitiful when he looked at Amaya.
"He wanted to hurt me first." His voice was high pitch but beautiful, just like that of an ordinary little boy. His voice was different from his mother's.
Amaya narrowed her eyes. Between him and Marx, even if he looked really pitiful, Amaya would side with Marx.
"You have shown them enough kindness, Aya. Just let them stay in the forest just like the way they used to. It will be dangerous for them to stay here."
Amaya looked at the two shirts in her hands and the two spider children. She decided to listen to Marx.
"Let us take them tomorrow to Mount Ibra. It is too late now."
Marx nodded.
