Chapter 36 · The Return of the Dead

In the corridor of the western annex, only a quiet chill lingered instead of any sign of people.

When Erhan had readily granted permission, Isadel had doubted her own ears.

When had he ever forbidden even holding a sword, and now suddenly permission had come down that she might practice swordsmanship in the western annex.

'Perhaps he thought I'd die of pent-up anger confined in the tower, so he decided to give me some breathing room.'

It did not matter what the reason was.

Isadel readjusted her grip on the heavy practice sword.

Having been confined in the tower for so long, often skipping all three meals, and unable to move properly, her body could not possibly be what it once was.

With every swing of the sword, her shoulder muscles screamed, and before she had taken even a few steps, her breath reached the tip of her chin.

Her…