"Oh, why does it feel even more painful? Is it because I pushed myself too hard?" murmured Helena as she continued walking, supported by a wooden staff.
Her injuries slowed down her movement.
With great difficulty, she limped forward, surveying the dark and desolate surroundings, realizing that she had ventured deep into the forest.
"Damn it, this is all because of those damn robbers!" she cursed, gritting her teeth to endure the pain.
"I have almost nothing with me."
Before long, Helena arrived at a small grassy clearing. She decided to rest there, believing that she was now safe.
There was no sign of the bandits following her. It explained well that she took the wrong path. Even a group of bandits had no courage to chase her.
"Huh, I don't even have a sword anymore," she complained, gazing at the uneven stick she had turned into a makeshift staff. "I'll just rest here. I'll continue the journey when it's daylight."
