She abruptly turned, only to see a haggard middle aged man standing behind her.
She hadn’t noticed him coming in!
"You…"
Hera had a bitter expression on her face, her hands clinging to that cute boy.
"Miss Hera. I didn’t expect us to meet again so quickly."
Marvin took out some milk from his rations and cordially handed it over. "You are called Guy?"
"A child at this age needs a lot of nutrition."
The little Guy was a very lovely boy. He had the same golden hair as his mother.
In a place as chaotic as Rocky Mountain, pure blonde hair was very rarely seen.
Hera was a bit dazed. She didn’t accept the milk, protecting Guy behind her instead.
She had a wary expression. "You… What are you after?"
Her eyes were full of confusion and panic.
If she was alone in her hideout, she could still escape. But it would be very difficult while carrying a child!
This man called Robin was surprisingly skilled.
