My body felt sore even when I try to deny it. I could barely move a muscle. However, I had to follow my instructor's orders.
I even refused Sam's offer to carry me all the way to the training grounds. Alas, why were they following me?
I looked back. Sam, Cameron, and Fabian were walking behind me. They all bore worry in their eyes, as if they were looking at a pitiful, wounded bird.
It made me feel as if that was the only thing they could do while I walk towards my death. Was this my funeral?
A sighed escaped my lips as I dragged my feet forward. I'm doing this as a preparation for the capital.
I was too naïve to think nothing dire could happen. It was foolish to even consider the King would just permit us to get our happily ever after that easily.
We're just halfway through our journey, but I nearly died without spilling blood. That ability alone terrified me.
