"Are you sure about this information?" the black-haired woman asked a young teenage girl.
"Yes, I got this information from someone in an upper position."
"Thanks, you helped me out."
"It's fine, I owe you before. With this we're even," the teenage girl said.
The black-haired woman watches as the teenager leaves.
"What should I do now with this information? I haven't got anything on Zeref yet," she mumbled.
The woman has tried many times to pry information from Zeref, but due to her friend's injury, she can't collect info that much. She finally decides to go to her sister's tomorrow after work. She silently prays that her friend will get better soon, or she will be blind to the enemy's situation.
On the other place.
Alma tugs Dorothy's hand, "How long we will be in here?"
