Roselin's mind was blank as she looked at the dirt path she was pacing. After a long time now, she would face him again. A person that ruined her, a person that she loved most. What should she do?
"What's wrong? Why is it so gloomy?" Anastasia studied Roselin's face from her shoulder.
"It's nothing, Sweetie."
"If you didn't feel well, you should return to Tool Man's house and rest."
"It's okay. I'm just a little tired after everything that happened."
"Don't push yourself too hard, Rose."
"Thank you, Sweetie. I appreciate your concern."
Roselin tightened, seeing Ymir leaning against the wall of the guild building with his arms folded. An oval face with a history with her was covered in cigarette steam.
Ymir was flabbergasted seeing Roselin come with others. "What is this? Since when did we accept women in our guild?"
"Shut your pie hole, traitor. What are you doing on my guild building!" Oxhon said in a high-pitched tone.
