Chapter 135 - A Swordsman

Lydia was in a wheelchair in a community park just next to the Magisterium building. She hadn't said a word to anyone ever since she woke up a few days ago. She had been treated fairly by the organization and allowed to co-operate with them if they helped treat her growing cancer. She had never felt this useless in her entire life, she had to be fed with pure magical energy every after three hours of the day and at night she would sleep in a special cell designed for her, it was the only place in the world that could keep her stable for hours. But after a few days, she felt like death was her only option to be freed of this misery.