Bab 122: Chapter 122

-Death's Grove-

"Would you like one as well?" The lady turned to him, producing another apple as if out of thin air. The fisherman thought she was eccentric but it was clear she meant well.

He took the now salty apple and nodded his appreciation to her, noticing that her husband hadn't taken the apple she offered him, were they quarreling? The lady didn't seem to notice anything amiss, eagerly holding out the apple until the grim man took it from her.

"How many fruits do you have in your pocket?" Andras gave in and asked. The Angel had been bringing out fruits steadily during their walk to the harbor, it had been well over an hour since then and he somehow still had more.

"Not too many, why?" Reqiel innocently answered.