Chapter 42: 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."
"Look, didn’t I make it out of that damned place in one piece? Your brother Jon’s life isn’t up yet, and the loving gods didn’t want you to lose me either," Jon laughed, lifting his sister high in the air, and then he saw his older brother walking carelessly towards them: "You actually didn’t die, you lucky bastard."
"Yeah, I met a benefactor who saved me." Saying this, Jon grimaced as he aggravated a wound in his mouth, which made his sister notice the state of his mouth.
"Your mouth is full of wounds! What happened!" Lillim raised her hands high, yanked Jon’s mouth open, and the rough gesture made Jon roll his eyes.
Fortunately, this time his brother didn’t stand aside: "Lillim, if you pull like that, you might reopen the wounds that are healing," he said with a smile to Jon: "Father and the mothers are waiting to see you, you better recall everything you need to report."
"Don’t worry about it." Jon finally regained the freedom of his mouth and raised his eyebrows.
As he passed his older brother, he, as the younger sibling, gave the elder a sizing-up glance.
"I didn’t die, you must be disappointed."