Chapter 68: Wound
Quite some time has passed since the animals first broke free, and yet the situation still hasn't been resolved.
Cyril and Rose talked plenty about the possible reasons for the holdup, but they couldn't come to a conclusion.
Not that they were complaining. The fact that this was prolonged only worked in their favor.
They had more time to interact with the magic creatures. They felt like kids at an amusement park.
Whenever they got hungry, they simply visited the deserted stalls and grabbed something without any issue.
So they were walking in the direction of the lake, eating some popcorn, when someone called out to them.
"Cyril! Rose! I've finally found you!" It was Myra, yelling in relief as she approached.
Her clothes looked a bit more disheveled than before, and there was blood on her hands, but it clearly wasn't hers.
"All the civilians we could find were evacuated already, so I wanted to find you. Where have you been?" She said while catching her breath.
While doing so, she noticed their relaxed demeanor and popcorn in their hands, and her expression soon changed to one of confusion.
"We've... been investigating around, saved a few staff members, nothing special," Cyril said with an awkward face.