The slaves are currently watching a clip of Velvin's mother.

[Velvin, This is where you lived before, right?]

[Before, Being taken by the slave trader]

It's night time in the clip, The moonlight shone through the gaps of a barn.

In this barn, there were many slaves sound asleep.

However, at the farthest end of the barn. There were a mother and son conversing quitely.

The Fomer slaves or angels then went close to the mother and son, as they want to better hear what they were talking about.

The dou then saw Rose, happily sat next to the little velvin.

Rose was sitting on her butt, as the straws of hay were beneath her.

She looked so adorable even in the dou's opinion, as she was sitting so innocently.

Leo and Dayve sighed, as they were helpless against the very affectionate Rose

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She was obviously enjoying sitting next to the kid version of Velvin.

[Velvin, how old do you think you are here~]

She asked Velvin this, whislt her head was tilted a bit and an index finger on her cheek.

At a glance many would say she is a very cute girl as she smiles.

She had short bangs that covered her forehead.

Her name fitted her so much as she has silky and glossy pink hair.

Furthermore she has waist-length hair and it usually goes straight down from the top to bottom.

However, as it was windy, here in the clip her hair was being blown gracefully.

*Wishhhh *wisshhh

Making her seem all the more beautiful or stunning.

However as the trio predicted-

[Ah... Hmmm...]

Velvin pondered the question itself carefully, instead.

Seemingly indifferent to rose beautiful appearance.

[Perhaps at this time, I am at the age of 6]

He then responded regularly, despite Rose expecting him to be more reactive towards her cuteness.

The former slaves ignored the disappointed rose, as they turned thier focus back to the barn.

[Oh, look Velvin, You and your mother seem really happy!]

Dayve said at the two dark silhouette sitting beside each other in the straws of hay.

They both were looking at each other with crescent eyes, smiling and laughing.

Looking like they were really engaged in whatever they were talking about.

They observed that they were whispering.

Velvin and his mother are doing that, so other slaves nearby wont be disturbed by their chatter.

The slaves didn't mind this. As the mother and son always talked at the part of the barn, farthest from where the many slaves usually sleep at.

Curiously, It seems like the slave is in a clip of them talking mid conversation.