"Mmm..."
The pale light of dawn shone on Elina's face, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Soon after, the demonic qi pollution rampaging inside her body immediately made her suffer.
"Damn heretics, they actually ambushed me... it hurts so much!"
She suddenly realized something.
"Wait, this isn't outside the city—where is this?"
She hurriedly looked around and found herself in an inn.
There was a table by the bed, with some specially mixed scroll ink on it, along with several discarded scrolls piled carelessly to the side.
Beside the bed, a magic puppet was opening the curtains, letting the sunlight in.
"You... where's the person?"
Elina glanced at the magic puppet, then looked elsewhere but didn't see the mage controlling it.
At that moment, the magic puppet spoke.
"Please don't move. Do not use magic power, in case it gets polluted. Wait a moment, I'll return soon to treat you."
