Chapter 405: Lost
Goldmine chuckled, casting a glance at Bob. "You trying to poach people again?"
Makarov didn’t seem the least bit concerned. If someone wanted to steal Rhodes away, they’d have to win over Mirajane too—and that wasn’t happening.
The old friends laughed and joked, but eventually, the conversation circled back to the pressing topic: the destruction of ERA.
"Any word on Yajima?" Goldmine asked.
"I was just about to ask you," Bob said with a tilt of the head.
Both of them turned to Makarov—after all, he was closest to Yajima.
"Relax," Makarov said, swirling his drink, his cheeks faintly flushed from the alcohol. "Yaji’s got more brains than all of us put together. He’ll come through just fine, even if everything’s falling apart."
Truthfully, Makarov had already reached out to the remnants of the Council that morning. Yajima had been among the wounded, but fortunately, his injuries were minor and he wasn’t in any real danger. Still, he couldn’t get through to him directly.
After a moment of thought, Makarov decided to be honest: "Half the councilors are undergoing treatment, and they’re all likely to face investigation afterward. It’ll be tough to reach him anytime soon."
Goldmine sighed. "It’s tough being a councilor. Still, Yajima lasted longer than most, though I’d say half of that was just cleaning up after you."
Bob added cheerfully, "He’s always been so gentle~ That’s why we love him."