Lost Young lady

The battle continued for Rhode.

Some people craved battles, but were forced to lead peaceful lives instead. Even though peace was only temporary, it was long enough from their perspectives.

"… How much longer do we have to walk, Your Highness Erin?"

Angelina hugged the shapeless sword with green magical power spiraling around it, stumbling as she followed Erin closely. At a glance, there was nothing other than underground tunnels. The last time they met something that made a sound was a rat from three days ago—hmm? Or was it four days back? This god-forsaken place made them forget about the concept of time.

"Sigh… Let's have a break, Angelina."

"Yes, Your Highness Erin."