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?

did not let herself believe

after the sound of the battle died down, the girl stepped forward, breathing hard but standing strong. Her clothes were stained with blood and sweat, but her

are here to save you people,”

Ruth froze.

let out

King Mesha narrowed his eyes in

a courageous young

the second

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 to open the

into motion. They stepped out of the cell quickly,

they reached the

echoed from the

from the front side slowly

And then

Clap. Clap. Clap.

slow, mocking applause filled

from the shadows of the

Mesha, sharper features,

him, their armor

through the dungeon like he was on stage performing

clapped again, slower this

think so?” he asked, turning

They hesitated.

clapped along, not daring to leave

The

tone now flat, almost bored. He waved a hand lazily. “Throw them back in

into a defensive stance, fists clenched, eyes sharp. They were not going down without

was six

slammed hard against the wall. John took a blow to the ribs. Abuchi tried to shield the others,

beaten,

slammed

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