Old Agatha is dead

In his peripheral vision, he caught sight of a lithe figure chasing after the woman who just got out of Friendlies. So he absentmindedly muttered to himself.

'I'm bad and selfish for wishing this. But I hope that mercenary will have even the littlest of connection with that middle-aged host she is looking for.'

A second later, he bemusedly thought,

'Well, it seems at least we've become wonderful friends now, always thinking of using each other for the best of our interests.'

Then ten minutes later...

"Speaking of petty... He made these two ran off to the borders? Just to make my life a bit harder?

Agatha's face which was still that of the short-haired athletic-looking young woman contorted for a second, reminiscing back to that dude wearing the guise of a middle-aged man.

Her eyes then went to the two miserable looking people sprawled messily on the dirty moist ground, cushioning themselves onto the dry leaves, grasses, stones, and twigs. One had his two feet and hands and even tongue