Power of a sword owner

Chapter 71

Stirring up from the deep sleep, Beatrice flapped her lashes.

That was no ordinary sword. She had seen a red smoke like thing coming out of her palm before she blacked out.

"Are you awake?" It was Melinda.

"Hey." She blinked her eyes.

"Don't hey me, you stood there like one of the woods in the forest and let him hurt you." Melinda scolded.

"I just woke up, can't you spare me the scoldings? Just for the injury?" Beatrice sighed.

"Don't you worry, I gave the man a taste of his own medicine."

"He's dead?' Beatrice asked, with a widened eyes.

"Did you want him alive? Well, sorry for you. I slashed him dead. Next time he wouldn't try to hurt anyone again."

"What about the others?"

"Home."

"The Lord came by." Melinda began, and Beatrice's eyes flapped again, as she sat up.

"What? What did he say?" She asked, making Melinda frowned.

"Well.. look who's curious?" She glared.

"What did he say?" She asked again, curiousity laced in her voice.

"Dropped this incense and applied someth