Angie's POV
Hala.
Hala.
Where can I get it?
‘What's wrong, Angie?’
‘I need Hala fruit, Giga. Since my mind brought the fruit here, I need the fruit, Giga. Although I don't know why my mind wants it so much, I'm sure the fruit will give me something I need.'
'Hmm... how do we get it?!'
‘The fruit is on the beach, and the beach is quite far from this place. But my legs are still strong enough to run there.'
‘With your human feet? Or your wolf's feet?'
'...'
Your legs are still covered in wounds; how can you use them?
'…'
"Angie, I brought a salad for you!"
Gilbert came with a tray in his hand. Why does he always appear when anxiety hits my heart?
“Ah, thanks. It would be best if you hadn't bothered, Gilbert. Aren't you going?”
"I wanted to train
