Chapter 48: A Half-Baked Narration

ELVA'S POV

"I still wonder how you've been fighting with such a poor grip of your sword," I heard Darian yell at Jacqueline as I dragged my feet to the training field.

The last night had been one bad dream after the other. Five nightmares. It had even gotten to the extent that I decided not to sleep again till the next morning. But while keeping awake, I slumbered off again and had the last nightmare.

Remembering that it was the reason why I had woken up this late made my veins pop. But the most annoying thing was that I couldn't clearly recall all those nightmares. If someone asked for a narration of my nightmares, I would only be able to give a half-baked narration.

I got to the battlefield. Jacqueline was already sweating despite the fact that it was still morning. It seemed her screams were what woke me up from sleep.

Her training attire was very beautiful. A skimpy brown shirt that didn't reach her navel. Then she wore what seemed like an underwear that lapped around her buttocks