Chapter 117: – The Lord Is With Us (38)

༺ The Lord Is With Us (38) ༻

That night, Delphine had a nightmare.

Memories of Old Man Hanson’s execution and her moments of suffering under Ian’s blade tangled together to form a jumbled mess that weighed heavily on her chest.

The memory of her begging on her knees, her father’s crimson eyes filled with contempt, and the golden eyes of the only man she had tasted defeat from-

Images of the old man bleeding on the ground and her own bloodied body collapsed on the ground, her throat raspy from all the anguished screams she let out, overlapped together.

She was once again submerged in a sense of powerlessness.

The guilt of not being able to rescue Old Man Hanson from the brink of death overwhelmed her as her breaths became more ragged. Fumbling around, Delphine soon found her sword.

I deserve to be punished.

It was possible that they might face a demonic human tomorrow. As such, she was an indispensable force to the group.

But what if she broke down again after seeing Ian’s hatchet?

What if she fails again?

No. She couldn’t fail. She couldn’t afford to lose ever again.

Delphine lightly cut her arm with her sword in the same way Ian had cut her before. Blood slowly seeped from the cut, but her anxiety remained.

Her anxiety grew, and she soon threw on her coat and searched for Ian with frantic steps.

Before long, she found Ian meditating in an empty area.

Normally, it was basic etiquette not to disturb a meditating swordsman. However, in her desperation, she didn’t have the leisure to be considerate of every little thing.

Hadn’t it already been proven that losing only led to misery?