Chapter 335: Bloodied. Bruised. Trapped

“Don’t just renew my life for the month,” she said. “Heal me. Every wound. I can’t fall now… The mission is not over.”

“Warning. This will cost all your good points. Every single one.”

“I know.”

Do you accept?

“…Yes.”

A surge of warmth filled her chest. Golden light swirled through her veins. Every cut sealed. Every bruise faded. Her strength returned like a flood.

She stood up, renewed, unbroken.

She walked back to the others with an even pace. The first thing Abuchi did when he saw her was to examine her up and down. He only relaxed when he saw that she was fine.

‘How remarkable,’ he thought. She fought nine second rate guards all at once and came out without a single scratch.

If only Abuchi knew that Nnenna almost died in that fight. He probably would not be so calm.

King Mesha, Ruth, and her mother had stared with wide eyes throughout the entire fight.

The prison bars could not hide their shock.

They recognized Abuchi immediately, his stance, his voice, the way he fought like someone with something to protect. Ruth’s heart pounded in her chest. It really was him. Her Abuchi.

But the other two fighters were harder to place. One was a young man, unfamiliar. The other… a girl. A courageous girl. Ruth squinted, a strange feeling twisting in her chest.

It looked like Nnenna.

But no, it couldn’t be.

Could it?

not let herself believe it,

battle died down, the girl stepped forward, breathing hard but standing strong. Her

here to save you people,” she

Ruth froze.

mother let out

Mesha narrowed his eyes

a courageous

second princess

Nnenna.

knelt by one of the unconscious guards and pulled a set of keys from his belt. “Let’s go. There’s no time to waste,” he said, moving fast

but the urgency in his voice snapped them into motion. They stepped out of the cell quickly, glancing at each other, still trying to process what was

as they reached

echoed from

from the front side

And then

Clap. Clap. Clap.

mocking applause filled the

the shadows of the

looked like a younger version of King Mesha, sharper features, cold

hundred guards followed behind him,

said casually, his voice echoing through the dungeon like he was on stage

again,

so?” he asked, turning to some of the

They hesitated.

nodding quickly, they clapped along, not daring to leave

shifted. The show was

fun,” he said, his tone now flat, almost bored. He waved a hand

into a defensive stance, fists clenched, eyes sharp. They were not going

it was six against a

the wall. John took a blow to

by one, they were dragged, beaten, and shoved

door slammed shut

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