Thirty-seven Sections: Night Talk (Part Two)

Jon dismounted from the carriage and immediately opened his arms to embrace his half-sister Lillim's enthusiastic charge—Lillim's mother was a Rebbish sheep person; like other orc races, each one had their distinct traits, such as those beautiful curved sheep horns and her long, beige hair.

'Clang,' her horns collided with the breastplate Jon was wearing, causing him a sharp pain. This made him both angry at himself for buying a piece of junk and at the same time delighted by the pain his sister had caused him—if it weren't for Malin, he would never have seen his adorable sister again.

"Jon, you're okay, I'm so glad." Little lamb was thirteen this year, a fourth-grader at the Shepherd's Church and naturally petite due to being Rebbish, looking still like a child, yet already a young lady, but she still looked up to her brother, "The Church said you were in danger, and Lillim and the mothers were so worried."