George's PoV
"Aren't we going to stay somewhere now that it's getting dark?" Beatrice inquired. She is right. It is getting dark. We need to find a safe place to stay.
"All right, let's stay here first," I said, and here we are in the big tree taking shelter, where I sat, and Beatrice sat as well.
"When will Garry return?" Beatrice asked as I took her hand in mine.
"Don't worry, if Garry dies now, we will buy his coffin," I reassured Beatrice, who laughed.
"You're mean to Garry, but even though you two are rivals, are you concerned about him?" Beatrice questioned.
"Yes, sometimes I'm concerned, but sometimes he becomes a friend, but I know Garry is not a bad person," I told Beatrice, who rested her head on my shoulder.
"I knew it you still consider Garry as a friend, even though you
