Alastair slowly opened her eyelids and found herself in a luxurious room. She lost her consciousness along the way during the return to the northern gate. Alastair shook her head with an annoyed expression plastered on her face. She felt dizzy and lightheaded, which wasn't a good feeling for Alastair.
The feeling brought upon her body was worse than a hangover. Overusing her spirit power to counter something double the amount did some damage. After calming herself down, Alastair escaped the clutches of the comfy bed and finally stood up. Her silver-white hair ruffled as her entire figure revealed itself.
She wore black-lace nightwear, making her look a dozen times more seductive than before. But at the moment, Alastair didn't care about her beauty or appearance. What she wanted was food. Her stomach was hungry and kept grumbling for a meal. Well, it was quite understandable.
