“They were slaves, right?”
I could tell right away—after all, I had been a slave myself. I had been saved by the mistress before things got out of hand, but these two hadn’t been that lucky. There was something strange about them, though. Dii seemed to notice it too, because he pointed to the kids’ necks.
“Sirius, if they’re slaves, where are their collars?”
“I broke them. I wanted to get those horrible things off them as quick as I could.”
“You broke them?!”
He’d broken the collars?! I’d seen many foolish kids try that and they all died. Sirius quickly explained how he’d done it to try to calm us down. He was as amazing as ever.
“I see. Well, let’s leave them here to rest and wait for them to wake up.”
“Thank you. I’ll go make some food for them. Noel, could you please watch the ki
