Although Rothley had built a solid magic barrier against destruction spells, she was still hit by an illusion spell, and her consciousness instantly fell into darkness --
By the time she realized it, she had fallen completely into a familiar but unfamiliar world.
--A small hut, with four white walls.
...... Where am I?
Where was I doing before?
Rothley held her hand and stood up from the ground, then she heard a shouting near her ears.
"I don't care, if you can't get the money, give me other thins to pay your debts! I really don't believe that your family has nothing of value!"
It’s a sharp and cold voice of a man.
"Wait, please, two more days, I'll be able to ......"
It is a helpless woman's voice.
Is this ...... my home?
My mother is begging the debt collector for more time?
This familiar plot kept intruding on Rosie's mind.
"Besides, we've obviously paid enough for our debts! You forced us to pay those interest......"
"Shut up!"
A clear slap sounded.
"A Fae still dare to chatter in our territory, your man is dead, do you also want to accompany him!"
After these words, a clang came from the locked door, the man and mother's figure together into the eyes of Rothley.
Seeing Rothley, the man's eyes lit up and he spoke with an evil smile, "Yo! Isn't this a good one worth a lot of money?"
"No! Don’t you look at her! Get the hell out of here!"
Her mother stopped in front of her, but was only pushed into a corner by the man, her forehead was hitting the wall, her face was covered in blood, but she still insisted on looking at Rosli with wide eyes filled with "run".
However, the young Rothley just looked at all this with her blank eyes and kept dumbfounded, until the man grabbed her neck and lifted her in mid-air she remembered to struggle.
Mmmmm......
so painful ......
so scary ......
Am Igoing to die? ......
... ...
In a world like this, it might be nice to die ......
Just as Rothley gave up her resistance, a faint but firm shout came to her ears.
" Rothley, Rothley ......"
A familiar and affectionate call.
" Rothley, don't be afraid, I'm here ......"
......
The young Rothley opened her eyes and looked at the hideous face of the man in front of her.
What happened after that? -
Like the young voice in her ear, it was a young girl not much older than herself flew over and kicked the man in the head, then held Rothley tightly in her arms.
Rosie finally remembered who she was.
"...... Anjersy."
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Her spirit that had been ravaged by Faverland's fear awakening slowly recovered.
Rothley, who lied weakly on the floor, opened her eyes to see Anjersey beside her just in time, with her nose twitching, she finally couldn't help but threw herself into Anjersy’s arms and cry.
"Don't be afraid, Rothley, I'm here ......"
"Mmm! Anjersy, Anjersy ......"
"......"
Looking at the touching scene in front of her, Emile clapped her hands and concluded --
"Okay! The Alliance lost the first match because Rothley didn’t stand the Fear Awakening. Also, Anjersey interfered the match, it is a serious violation, so she will be disqualified from her match."
"Hey Emile, are you too strict!?"
"...... Then I just pretend to ignore it and let her continue to match?"
"This ...... is a little unfair to Elysis ......"
"... ..."
Emile rolled her eyes at me speechlessly.
"Alright! Just do what you like! I don't care! I am Emile who has a stone heart!"
"Okay! I have decided! Sicya won unconditionally!"
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Just as Emile and I were bickering like we are almost going to decide the winner, Anjersey helped Rosie back to Sicya, and deeply bowed her head -
"Sorry, Sicya ......"
Sicya smiled and shook his head, patted her shoulder and let them to go back to rest.
Watching them go away, his smile gradually turned into a bitter smile ......
There were already not many soldiers in his hand, and now this happened ......
Ghemk...... Atta...... Rothley, Anjersey, these are the few high combat power in his hand, he can’t rely on Mr. Zian Obek again, speaking of which, where is he now ......
Thinking again and again, Sicya almost fell into depression
It was at that time, a delicate hand took the pen from Emile’s hand and wrote her name on the record paper as if she was worried about being stopped, and then ran to the field.
......
She was even so panic and fell beside Faverland and left in a long tear on her dress.
The young maiden stood up, patted her dress, ran across to Faverland, smiled smartly, spun around on her toes, and greeted the audience.
Sicya was just coming back to his senses, and decided to draw his sword and join the last match by himself, then he noticed that the sounds around him were not quite right.
Then he noticed the familiar figure on the field.
............
............
...... ......
The sword in his hand fell to the ground ......
On the field, a young girl leaped and waved her arms -
"The low-rank mage, the low-rank warrior. Pollyanna the Unknown, attend!"
