142 - I Wish He Were Dead

The one being chased by those mercenary guards was, of course, me. But the one who panicked the most here was the Beta woman in front of my face.

She was running so fast, which forced me to run faster too because her hands kept pulling me forward. Although I was tired and almost fell a dozen times, I began to understand her intentions.

We had to run as fast as possible to our inn so that the mercenary guards wouldn't know where I would hide later.

“Hah... Hah... Hah...” My breath started to disappear from circulation. My hand, which he was holding, was already as wet as a water plant stem.

My legs almost gave out. Luckily, a few steps away, the inn Isabelle was referring to was in sight. I looked back to confirm how far we had escaped, and I didn't see anyone chasing us.

“Looks like... We made it,” I said, amid my shortened breath. “How did it go? Do we still have to run again?”

She experienced the same thing. Isabelle, fell to her knees feeling like her legs were about to give out. “