Kapitel 102: What Do You Have To Say For Yourself?

Serosh coughed and wheezed. He was so powerless that Apollo and Layla were essentially dragging him forward.

Apollo looked at Serosh.

"Are you ok?"

Serosh closed his eyes.

"As long as I concentrate on fighting the poison, I will live."

He sighed.

"However, that will take a while. Thank you for helping me."

Layla's furry ears perked up.

"Of course! Friend deserves help."

Apollo had lowered his head in thought.

"Hmm... how did they find out about our tour so fast?"

Suddenly, Serosh's eyes flew open.

"...It was the young lady."

Layla blinked a few times.

"Eh? Who is young lady?"

Serosh frowned.

"That woman that begged for my forgiveness. After being spared, she informed the commanders the first chance she got."

Apollo gasped in astonishment.

"Wow! You already figured it out!"

Serosh chuckled.

"I suppose so. Anyways, take a left here."

The three traversed from the farmland to the houses.

After walking for a few moments, weakly raised one hand.