Chapter 351: Who am I? Where am I? Where is the Phantom?
Apple trees filled the land surrounding Porlyusica's treehouse. It was harvest season now, and the branches sagged with plump, red apples.
She often picked a few baskets to trade in town for daily essentials. She'd been in the middle of doing just that when Makarov was carried to her for treatment.
Now that he had left, Porlyusica sighed and returned to her work.
"Maybe I should pick a little extra this time, send some to the guild. If... if they win this fight."
Her expression tensed.
"No, those brats will win. That crazy, chaotic guild will definitely win."
She looked toward the direction Makarov had gone and suddenly scowled.
"That's why I hate humans! All they do is fight! Their entire history is one war after another! And Makarov, what kind of fool tries to throw away his life at his age?! If he wants to die, then just drop dead already!"
With a huff, she kicked over a full basket of apples, sending them tumbling across the grass. One apple rolled farther than the others—only to be caught by a gloved hand.
Porlyusica's breath hitched. She hadn't even sensed this person arrive.
She turned toward the strange figure, wrapped head to toe in cloth and a cloak despite the summer heat.