"Ver!" Catherine shouted.
Ironin and rlin quickly held Veronica's unconscious body who almost touched the ground.
rlin put his index finger in front of her nose and stated, "She's not breathing."
"What?!" Catherine cupped her face in fear.
rlin then checked her pulse and frowned. "Her pulse is slow. Maybe she didn't take enough rest after recovering."
Ironin instantly loosened up Veronica's top. He unbuckled the leather vest from her chest and the belt from her waist.
After that, he blew air inside her mouth and pressed her chest.
rlin rubbed her palms. "Why did you all let her run around right after she recovered?"
Catherine and Sebastian exchanged glances.
"You are right," Catherine admitted. "I was worried about her when she wanted to get out but since Ovior was supposed to teleport us directly to the battlefield, we didn't think it would be much of a problem."
Sebastian added, "That's right. We thought teleportation won't toil her health. Master would take care of her once she reached him."
"Sigh! What would you do if Ovior sent you in the middle of the battlefield while they were fighting?" rlin shook his head as he couldn't believe their recklessness. "Don't be too reckless."
"We believed in him too much," Catherine said. "Maybe I should be grateful that he sent us here."
"He must be dead tired with all the work pressure or there is no way he would mistakenly send you here," rlin comnted.
'In other words, don't trust anyone no matter how good they are,' Catherine and Sebastian thought.
Soon, Veronica woke up. She opened her eyes and noticed Catherine's concerned eyes.
"…What… happened?" she asked in a shaky voice.
"You fainted. Do you rember?" Catherine anxiously asked.
"…Fainted…?" Veronica rubbed her head.
As she tried to get up, rlin stopped her.
"Please, you need rest. You haven't rested properly after you recovered and you had lots to deal with in the past few days."
"But we have to move," Ironin ntioned.
"I'll carry her," Sebastian said.
"We can't teleport here, can we?" Catherine looked around.
After crossing the river, they ca to the land of pebbles. Small pebbles were spread all around the ground. There was no tree or grass in this part.
"True," rlin agreed. "I can't draw circles here. If I had calks or powder color, I could do it but I don't. If it's soil, then I can draw any magical circle with a stick."
In the end, Sebastian carried Veronica on his back as they headed to the northeast.
A few days later, they reached the mountains.
Veronica had already recovered by that ti. She crossed the hilly road on her own.
In three days, they crossed the road and reached Lynnford.
Catherine flopped on the ground. "Phew! We can finally take a break, can't we?"
"We can," Ironin agreed.
"Let's take three days' rest. I'm not moving from this spot even for a second." Catherine stretched her arms.
Veronica soundlessly sat beside her and leaned against her shoulder.
"You are still feeling weak, aren't you?" rlin asked.
He looked around and scanned the area. "Since it's a forest, we will find plenty of wild chickens and vegetables here that are good for recovering strength."
"I'll get so chickens and vegetables," Sebastian said.
"I'll help you," Catherine said. As Veronica straightened up, she stood up.
Sebastian looked at her exhausted face. "I thought you weren't moving an inch."
Catherine rested her arms on her waist. "Just how much do you know about vegetables, idiot!"
"You!" Sebastian glared at her.
He had no idea why it was always him she had to pick a fight with.
He started to wonder how much she hated him.
"Now, now, this is not a place to fight," rlin ca between them as a peacemaker. "Think about Milady. She is tired."
Catherine and Sebastian glared at each other one last ti before heading out.
While Ironin was on guard, Catherine and Sebastian left to get food,
"To think there would be a far at a ti like this…" rlin breathed out.
Veronica asked, "Did Louses not know about the war?"
rlin replied, "How can that be? But since it's a war between wizards and black witches, no one is comfortable talking about it."
"Why not?" Veronica was curious.
"As much as people don't want black witches, they don't want wizards either."
"How co? Wizards are helping people. The magic Tower supplies lots of magical items as well as stones to other countries."
"That's because people are jealous. They can't accept that we have the power to make impossible things possible. We can earn lots of money from magical items and stones. When it cos to power, no one can defeat us."
Veronica was surprised by what she heard from rlin.
"This is unbelievable. I can't imagine people would take magical stones from us and also would feel uncomfortable around us."
rlin shrugged. "This is how it is. Why don't you rest, Milady? We will wake you up when the food is ready to serve."
"But I want to study a little." Veronica opened her back and brought out so scrolls.
"What are these scrolls?" rlin curiously asked. "It looks ancient."
As a bookworm, rlin liked all sorts of books and scrolls. Noticing the scrolls in Veronica's hands, he had the urge to read them.
Veronica apologetically smiled. "I'm sorry. I have no right to show this to you."
"Oh, I apologize for asking. I was being rude," he imdiately apologized.
The next few days, they rested. Ironin and Sebastian cooked with the help of Catherine while Veronica read the scroll and rlin searched for herbs.
Veronica's health improved gradually. Catherine and rlin also had enough rest.
Three days passed and they started packing their things.
Ironin had nothing to pack as he brought almost nothing except his weapons. He stayed alert and scanned the forest.
They were almost done packing when Ironin shot an arrow aiming a bush in the corner.
"Aaah!"
A man's shout alerted everyone.
"What was that?" Catherine looked at the source of the voice. She was nervous.
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