Nodding frantically, tears streaming out of his eyes, he spoke quietly, saying words carefully, choosing each word meticulously, and making sure none were left unsaid.
"We came here to clean up our master's messes. Since her scent made it possible for us to follow her wherever she went without her noticing, we were certain that she wouldn't stay by herself. So, naturally, we followed, hoping to find someone useful to help take care of Master's problems once and for all.
After searching everywhere, including every dungeon within miles, we found only one person."
Tristan stared at Skra intently, looking closely and observing his reaction. There wasn't an ounce of emotion showing in his expressionless features. It made sense, considering they didn't have emotions back then. They simply did whatever their masters told them to do.
