From the moment he woke, Asura felt rejuvenated. The strange potion Princess Celine had let him drink seemed to have done more than just heal his wounds.
He looked back while dashing across the valley floor, enjoying a mysterious sight.
A beautiful Elven princess, like from story books, now dashing over sharp rocks, trying her best to keep up with him while sweating and wheezing.
'Never expected this woman to be so unfit and clumsy.'
"You alright back there, Celine?"
"Haa... Nm.... Of course..... Fuu.... Haa..... Please wait, we cannot keep up!"
He felt amused that she would refer to herself as 'we' the moment she became exhausted and pushed to the limit. Her haughty tone became endearing the more she struggled.
Asura slowed down, but not to ease her suffering. It was because he sensed many goblins. "Come on, we need to hurry."
"Heh!? Where are you going, Sir knight? Wait... we cannot climb that wall...!"
