"You—" Lachlan's expression immediately turned wary when he noticed the darkness around the woman. He hastily got up. "Sorcerer!"
"Huh?" the woman blinked. "Oh, you Blessed One. Is that how you treat the one who saved you?"
Lachlan frowned. "I—" Just as he was about to get up, he fell on his knees, exhaustion apparent in his gaze. He had used too much of his Blessing. The woman who actually saved him was a sorceress!
"Are you going to give me an answer?"
Lachlan's gaze turned complicated. It seemed unlikely that someone who was raised with hatred towards them would know how to treat them appropriately. However, he was not an ungrateful person. This woman had saved his life.
"If you can't provide me with an answer, then it's probably for the best if I leave you here alone." The woman snorted arrogantly. She crossed her arms across her chest and glared at him. "You owe me your life. The least that you could do is tell me where Wugari is!"
The peculiar woman then turned around.
