Stray

Oliver regained a little consciousness.

His entire body was depleted, and the feeling of being carried on someone’s back felt familiar. The memories of escaping in the Border Forest with Nemo were mixed with instinctive ecstasy, like hot water soaking in his thoughts. Oliver almost immediately forced his eyes open.

After seeing the dark red cloak and blond hair in front of him, the green eyes full of expectation quickly dimmed.

His head wasn’t completely awake yet, but sadness had already thrown a strong sourness to his eyes and the tip of his nose.

“Brother,” Oliver whispered.

“I’ll take you to find your companion.” Godwin didn’t look back. His tone was blunt. “You’d better sleep more.”

“I’m sorry, I lied to you in the first place.”

“About his strength? At present, it seems that Nemo Light has proven his position with his actions,” Godwin said dryly. “Although I have other conjectures, now…is not the right time.”

“What about Debby and the others?”