Emily shook her tiny head, her voice trembling as she spoke. "No, big brother. My mother's arm was cut off by a big monster. She... she tried to protect me, and she became like this... It's all my fault." Tears welled up in her eyes as she remembered the terrifying moment.
She sobbed quietly, continuing, "Fortunately, there was a powerful guest at our inn who saved us from that monster. But after he left, we encountered these bad people." Her voice quivered with fear and anger. "They stole all our hard-earned coins, and then they tried to do bad things to my mother."
Ethan nodded, his expression filled with sympathy as he looked at the mother-daughter duo. They had endured so much pain and suffering. As he listened to Emily's words, a pang of guilt stirred within him, a gnawing regret for not being able to protect them in time. "If only he was present at their time of need."