"Die, die, die!"
"Go to hell!!"
Ina was completely oblivious to the pain she had inflicted on her comrade, her expression deranged, a stark contrast to her usual compliant demeanor.
The words of Black Rose had struck a nerve, bringing back extremely unpleasant memories for Ina.
Since arriving at Yatun Island and being saved by Bailuo, Ina had been working tirelessly, desperately studying magic with a fervor that belied her extraordinary talent, toiling day and night.
It was because Ina was terrified, terrified that she would fade into obscurity, that she would be forgotten by Bailuo.
Though life on Yatun was wonderful, just like what Hailbo had said before he departed on his mission, Ina didn't want this kind of life.
Delicious food, warm housing—all these had once been the dreams of the old Ina.
But now, Ina yearned even more for Bailuo's attention.