Capítulo 190: Arena Fifty Eight: Oblivion XXVI

[Arnold POV]

After helping Parrot to stand up, I along with Silver slowly walked her back to the building.

The soldiers were staring at us warily... But they didn't stop us. Venessa, specifically, was looking at us with extreme suspicion.

Miles seemed more or less okay with the whole thing... Rather, if I had to say my true thoughts, I'd say that he had resigned himself to the flow of events.

Ignoring them all, we headed into the building and entered one of the free rooms. I put Parrot down gently on a chair. She seemed weak, but the wounds had fully healed. However... Her dress was torn apart here and there, so I quickly summoned a cloak and covered her.

"Thanks... M-"

I raised an eyebrow, causing Parrot to quickly fix her way of addressing me.

"Thanks, Arnold."

"No problem."

I said with a wry smile before turning towards Silver, who had been watching us with a complicated expression.

"What's wrong?"