Lucien made her way into the woods not feeling too well. She paused her walk, holding a tree nearby for support, and suddenly, she pukes out. Carefully, not removing the mask. She had been holding it ever since she shot the arrow. The nausea she felt was like a flashback of going on a long car trip with a twist and turn, everything inside her stomach that she had for breakfast was forcefully trying to come out that was hovering on her chest.
"I guess I feel more better now." She slides down to the ground hoping to get a few minutes of rest. "Yana," she mumbles thinking about what that person had told her before he left.
Earlier, when that man told her about the maid of Renee, she realized it was one of Dorothy's maids who was trying to use Renee's name to her advantage. Dorothy had even confessed that she was about to complete in creating that medicine that took 9 years for the main protagonist to find the cure.
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"Don't waste your gold for that medicine."
"What?"
