At this time, the man in the women's minds was talking to his mother.
The mother-son pair was drinking a special tea blend Althea occasionally sent to all her elders, partnered with Lola's sublime snacks.
They were currently sitting on the verandah, looking at the small farm of her team inside the fence. The peacefulness calmed their hearts a bit—something much needed considering the heaviness of their current topic.
"Any news?" Mathilda asked, eyebrows furrowed in worry, her temple forming more wrinkles than before. The more time passed, the more the aging lost by her upgrade returned.
Gill sighed and shook his head. "I already put out a mission in the Ferrol Mercenary Hall as well as those going to the allied territories, but I doubt there'd be news so soon."
Unlike Garan and many others who had already stopped buying information—so fortunate—Gill had to continue in his ardent search.
They still hadn't found his sister, Gwen.
