章 77: Kidnapping His Commander

After engaging in a fierce battle with Robert, Ysabelon retreated to her tent, yearning for a moment of respite and restoration. The toll of her exertion weighed heavily upon her, surpassing even her initial expectations, as she realized she had expended more of her power than she had intended.

Upon entering the tent, Ysabelon wasted no time in removing her sword from her waist, her frustration evident as she cast it to the ground. Collapsing onto the floor, she coughed violently, blood staining her lips as her body struggled to recover.

"Cough... Cough... Hahh... Hahh... That bastard forced me to employ that damned ability. I should have eliminated him when I had the chance," she muttered, regret simmering within her as she coughed up another mouthful of blood.