The group walked toward a flock of birds loitering in the direction the youngest, Lily, had pointed.
'Are feeding birds really fun?'
Even while seeing the children's joyful expressions, Regis could not help but be doubtful.
After all, as a child of the slums, he found it difficult even to feed himself, much less take the time to feed others.
However, just as his thoughts were flowing freely, he could not help but glance up at the sky, 'It's all thanks to Aunt Amabel…'
Even though those were already distant memories, Regis had never forgotten where he came from.
At that moment, he felt a tug on his sleeve as the beastkin boy looked excitedly toward the nearby flock of birds. "Brother Regis, let us hurry!"
Regis could not help but smile as they arrived beside the elven girl.
His gaze wandered to the seemingly clueless birds hopping about and to the children who had already lined up to receive small portions of bird feed from the elven girl.
"Hey, don't push me!"
