“Why the heck does he need another Beelzebufo? This’ll be the fifteenth one this week. What the heck has the professor been doing to run through them so quickly?”
She stopped muttering to herself and rested herself against one of the forest trees, putting her shield down next to her. She turned her attention to her scroll. It took only a few seconds for her call to connect.
“Olivine? What is it, did you catch one already?” His voice reflected Olivine’s similar hope.
She sighed, regretful, “No, its just…”
“Well? ‘Just’ what? Could you hurry it up, I’m sort of in a compromising situation.”
Olivine frowned. What did he mean by ‘a compromising situation’. It was obvious he’d stopped searching for the Beelzebufo a while ago, but what could he possibly be doing?