Bearing the weight of a captain was too much for Linthia.
She was consistently stumbling to catch up since a Dark Fairy is not as strong as an Elf or even a Dryad, she has to do two or three times the amount of work, to reach her level—of strength compared to them.
Not only was it hard for her physique but also mentally.
To say that it was challenging was a gross understatement, it was extremely challenging.
Days passed abnormally long for her—and the air was choking her harder, with each day.
Now, Linthia was only glad that everything was going to end.
All of that training was worth it—she saved Nadia and proved that she was not as useless as the others portrayed her to be. She could die with her chest puffed, and chin high, she could die proudly with honor.
'At least... at least I managed to save Nadia, I'm not... useless'
Closing her eyes, Linthia accepted death with open arms.
