Even before Oriana could finish her sentence, their figures disappeared from that room, only to appear at some unknown place.
"Blargh—"
A wave of nausea washed over Oriana like a turbulent sea. It was as if she experienced motion sickness from a stormy sea voyage, but ten times worse. Oriana wanted to vomit out her last meal, but fortunately, she was only dry heaving as she kneeled on the grassy ground.
Rosetta let her hand go. She looked at the visibly exhausted and weakened Oriana.
"Tsk, we just teleported a small distance and here you can't even take it. Really weak and useless."
Oriana didn't have an energy to refute and continued to dry heave on the ground, kneeling on all fours. After a while, she looked up at Rosetta. "I…don't feel good…"
"Whose fault is it?" Rosetta said mockingly. "If you had studied as you're told, you would have known how to protect your body by wrapping your body with magic. Useless wench."
