The little boy shook his head fiercely. "Our parents are already dead. We are staying alone, so you don't need to worry," he replied.
Upon hearing the boy's response, Isadora and the others frowned deeply.
"Then, aren't you supposed to be living with a family or a group of elder brothers or sisters like you?" Isadora asked with a solemn expression.
Many lives were lost, from fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, partners, and even relatives before they had arrived in this territory, so it would be a lie for her to say she wasn't aware of the Four-eared elves' current situation, especially when she had also witnessed a few deaths and sacrifices.
However, to manage these occurrences, they had paired them with several families who had happily received them, allowing those who wanted to stay alone to do so.
So, after hearing that the two little children beside her were living alone, Isadora and the others were a little perplexed and confused and even wondered if they had missed a few individuals.
The little boy shook his head in response. "No, they are not our daddy or mommy, so we don't want to stay with them. My sister and I can survive and take care of ourselves," he responded, his voice filled with resolution.
The little girl nodded firmly, also agreeing with her brother's words.
Hearing the little boy's response, Isadora inwardly exhaled deeply. "Are you sure that you can survive by yourself? There are a lot of dangerous people out there, after all," she asked, pointing a finger at Leona, who was watching the scene with her arms crossed.
Leona loudly snorted, observing as they both turned to look at her momentarily before immediately shifting their attention back to Isadora and shaking their heads fiercely.
"Since it's like that, why don't you come live with us then? We have a few empty rooms that we can spare," Isadora said with a wide smile.
The girl's eyes immediately brightened. "Really, are you sure?" she asked sceptically, narrowing her eyes at Isadora.
She and her brother already knew they were standing before the Princess and the Prince of the Four-eared elves race. So, although their parents had told them stories about the Princess's goodwill and kindness, this was still the first time they had met her up close. She remained sceptical about why a Princess would ask them to come and stay with them.
The little boy also looked at her with an expectant gaze.
Isadora nodded firmly. "Yes," she responded seriously. "Now, let's get going before I change my mind."
She gestured for them to follow her as she turned around and walked forward.
The little girl immediately dragged her brother forward and followed behind Isadora.
Leona couldn't help but sigh at the unexpected turn of events, unsure if their building was the right place to train children. Nonetheless, she followed suit from behind with Lyndon.
Since they were already at the end of the Four-eared residences and were familiar with some parts of it, they decided to take a shortcut. However, just as they were about to turn a corner, a familiar voice suddenly resounded from behind them, "Hey, how are you all doing?"
Leona, Lyndon, Isadora, and the others abruptly halted in their steps before snapping their heads backwards to see who it was.
"Warrior Orion," Isadora blurted out, surprised to see the young man who had sneaked up behind them.
Leona, who had already gripped her sword and prepared her Gearweaver for an attack, instantly loosened her grip and exhaled in relief. Just because they were in another safe environment didn't mean they couldn't be attacked at any moment, so she couldn't help but frown as she pondered why such a prominent figure of the territory was present.
Orion nodded, greeting each of them, to which they reciprocated.
"I was just passing by and decided to personally inform you about a piece of information," Orion said.
"What is it?" Isadora responded curiously.
She knew that for someone like Warrior Orion to personally deliver this news to them, it must be very important, so she was interested to hear it.
Leona and Lyndon also peeled their ears open to Orion's words.
"To prevent any unfortunate incidents, the left district at the end of the Four-eared elves' residence is restricted from entry. If you need to pass through to reach the main districts, use districts 11 to 2," Orion said solemnly.
To avoid spreading the warriors too thinly, he could only place Seig and Evadne a few districts away from the Four-eared elves, which allowed the warriors to monitor both groups simultaneously.
However, he immediately came here after leaving the farm to inform Patriarch Rylan about this information to avoid potential conflicts.
Luckily, he had arrived just in time and encountered the Patriarch's children, who seemed to have come from that direction but had fortunately not encountered Seig and Evadne's residence.
Nonetheless, this saved him the time of going to Patriarch Rylan's residence, so he simply delivered his message.
Upon hearing Orion's words, Isadora and the others furrowed their brows in confusion. They had just returned from that direction and had yet to encounter any dangers, so they were puzzled about what Orion was talking about.
Nevertheless, despite their scepticism, they noticed the seriousness in Orion's expression and solemnly nodded their heads.
"You don't have to worry, Warrior Orion. I'll inform the Patriarch about this and do my best to share it with everyone to avoid any unfortunate incidents," Isadora responded seriously.
Leona and Lyndon nodded in agreement also.
"Alright, that's all I wanted to inform you about. I'll be coming by in the coming days to check on things and see how well you are settling in the city," Orion said.
Even if he would only send those under his command, there was no need to explicitly state it. After all, he needed to make it clear that he would be keeping a close eye on each of them, including the Four-eared elves residence, so they could behave accordingly.
Orion nodded, bidding them farewell. His gaze briefly settled on the small children behind them before he turned around and leapt high into the air, disappearing into the distance.
