The boy did not expect to hear the second voice that was next to Jilly. When he heard Potty lower than he expected, his imagination pictured another person next to Jilly. However, the sounds of what they were in were too unclear. The Boy's imagination began to draw different versions of how these two voices could be represented in combination with the liquid sounds that emanated from them.

He was even more nervous. At the same time, he did not understand where another person had come from, and a positive offer to go somewhere with them led him into a misunderstanding. Usually they don't want to walk with beggars because they look at least untidy, and at most homeless people are literally the personification of an inferior being. So obviously no one is going to walk with the homeless. Except that they look more like slaves next to more noble people.

[Warmth begins to radiate from the locket to the Boy's body]

The boy saw a red thread appear in his imagination. This thread was long and came from the Boy's hand. He didn't understand where this thread came from. But her color was nice. This thread stretched far forward along the ladder. He didn't know exactly where this thread led, but he wanted to follow this flying thread. However, when he looked at Jilly and Potty again, he saw that the thread had wrapped around them in several coils. He didn't want to trust them and was nervous. However, I decided to trust the kind strangers again. The boy replied in a trembling voice, "F-Fine... I... With you..." He didn't know how to answer her question about whether he was an adventurer. He had not heard this word before, so he could not answer this question and only awkwardly remained silent, still holding on to the only support in his life. A simple stick.

[@Spoiled Bread]