Alfonse gave Oona a glass of water after he made her sit on one of the counter’s high chairs. Oona chugged down the contents of the glass and huffed as she put the glass down on the counter.
“My mother infuriates me so much,” she said.
“What is really happening? All hear is you since I don’t speak with my mind,” he said.
Oona let out a sigh of defeat and started explaining.
“She just called me to tell me to escort Nereus to this island and help him get berries!” she spat.
Alfonse furrowed his eyebrows.
“Berries? Island? And who is this Nereus?” he asked.
Oona heaved a deep breath before answering him.
“My mother said Nereus will be coming here and I will help him get to the island and pick berries since he only has at least forty-eight hours before his legs turn to tail again,”
