The girl watched him for a while before beginning to walk towards him. Her steps were overly deliberate, as if she were trying to walk in the best possible manner.
She held a piece of paper in her hand and stretched to Vale when she entered the rundown building. Her head was held low as Vale looked at her outstretched arm. He didn't say anything, just accepted the piece of paper from her.
Opening it, he was surprised to find that the words were understandable. The language in the prison realm seemed to be the same one used by the system.
It was an Archaic Language known as Lesvon. And it seemed to be a common language across worlds.
The handwriting was crude but legible. "Grandpa said I should follow you," it read, and Vale couldn't help but raise a brow.
'She really can't talk?'
Vale nodded at her after reading it, signifying his understanding.
