The creaking sound of the back door echoed through the room, drawing everyone's attention toward it.
Two figures stepped inside.
A pair of silver-haired elves—Radhimar and Rania.
The moment they entered, their gazes locked onto the blonde elf sitting at the dining table beside me—Ringgamana.
Their bodies stiffened.
Their eyes widened.
Sweat formed on their foreheads.
"Lun… are they…?" Ringga's voice echoed in my mind.
"Yes… They are our 'children.' The boy is Radhimar, and the girl is Rania."
Moments later, a dwarf entered behind them—and froze just the same.
"This one too?" Ringga asked.
"He's the youngest. His name is Bartasz."
"A… father?" Rania murmured, her voice trembling.
"Fa…ther…?" Radhimar echoed, his voice barely audible.
"Lun… what should I do?" Ringga asked nervously.
"Just play along," I replied through telepathy. "They don't know they're NPCs. So just act your role, okay?"
"…Alright."
Ringga stood up from his seat.
Then—
