As fearsome and threatening as Rosalia and Sar'har were, it was Gates whom the attention fell to last...a semblance of normality and yet, the oddity of the three of them with the singular but diverse question that peaked their curiosity...
'How does he, a child, carry around those two as though they were normal? No, as though they belonged.'
Such a question often came across Rosalia's mind as she herself questioned what exactly she was needed for...His shocking strength alone was something that could fight off a high-ranked magical beast, If he really were to have something more than that, her usefulness for him would yet again drop so low.
Sar'har saw the gazes of the humans, fear, hate, scorn, the emotions weren't too hard to see from their expressions towards her, the normal expressions that her kind received, regardless of whether or not she were a slave or a warrior to war.
