Soma looked confusedly at the suddenly battle-ready Undead Tribe beside him, his furry head involuntarily tilted, earning a head pat from the 'Perfect Bald' who jumped up after retrieving his companion and stood beside him.
"Hmm?" Soma wasn't angry... the adopted tiger-man, who was cute, had long become accustomed to this unconscious head-patting gesture from humans.
Especially since this Undead was the adopter of a fellow Beast Kin's descendant.
'Perfect Bald' chuckled and said: "Tyson asked me to tell you that although he's still struggling to understand many things, his soul can feel that you are his kin.
At least there's one thing that makes him a bit happy: you are alive, and so is he."
Soma blinked his round eyes gently and revealed a heartfelt smile: "Ah! Being alive is a kind of fortune.
Moreover… sometimes, a soul without a place to rest is better than heavy confinement."
