"So, what's your name, little one? And why were you stealing at the fair?" Zestia asked once they had gotten away from the fairgrounds.
Currently, it was nearing evening, the orange sun spilling the last of its fading light.
The little boy paused after hearing the question.
He looked at the darkening sky and said,
"My name is Eros, I'm from the Blue Tide tribe, especially known for our talent to detect mana cores for Beyonders. As such, we were sought out the most for extracting those energy stones. Since we used to get a commission from them, we had no need for anything. We had food, shelter, and a peaceful tribe. However—"
His expression became downcast as he continued, "Ever since the previous lord was defeated and a lord from the Red Tide tribe has been in power, he has made our tribe's lives a living hell. We are strictly banned from extracting mana cores and are not even allowed to set foot in the ocean. And now, our tribe is starving."
