'Something's wrong, I can feel it.' Wandering restless in her room in the middle of the night, Margarette Phoenix was getting more and more anxious the longer no news or any update came from Haruki's side as well as the others.
She'd been kept out of the loop about the events that had taken place in Feral lands so far, however, since it had been way past time for the demi-human tribes to have arrived as prisoners, her worries were worsening with every second to herself. At least while working she could distract herself from such thoughts, thus being free for even a second had turned into her poison.