After hesitating for a moment, Deep opened his mouth and called out, "Father. We all understand the care you've given us, but we have the same feelings for you! If you hadn't picked me up off the street back then, I would have starved to death! I'm willing to give everything for your pursuit!"
Charles's pupils contracted slightly. He lifted his head to look at the merfolk before him—this was the first time he'd ever called him father.
At this moment, the other crew members slowly gathered around, forming a circle with Charles at the center.
Charles raised his head to look at all those eyes focused on him—those familiar pairs of eyes.
"Mr. Charles, Deep is right. You're the one who helped me find where I belong, you're the one who brought me back to life and let me help you. I'm strong, trust me."
"I'm not someone who says thank you often, but when the Order wanted to use me as cannon fodder and send me to die, you saved me. I owe you for that."
