"Mm... I'm..."
Ninya opened her aching eyes and looked at the unfamiliar ceiling before her. (It was actually the sky.)
She felt awful. Absolutely awful.
The scenes before she passed out resurfaced in her mind. Ninya remembered desperately squeezing out every last bit of mana as she ran, only to collapse from mana exhaustion in the end.
In her haze, she seemed to see three figures. When she fell, one dark-gold figure reached out and caught her.
Then she lost consciousness and sank into a coma.
"Was I saved?"
Ninya murmured, finally letting out a breath of relief.
She had not let her companions' efforts go to waste. She had succeeded. She had survived.
Looking around, Ninya discovered that she was lying on the ground with a thin blanket covering her. Her bloodstained clothes had disappeared, replaced by a pure black mage robe.
Her wounds had healed as well. Other than her head still feeling foggy and the embarrassment of knowing someone had taken off her clothes, there seemed to be no other problems.
"Tap, tap, tap."
The sound of footsteps jolted Ninya out of her thoughts. She looked toward the forest beside her. Her saviors had arrived.
"You're awake already?"
"How are you feeling? Here, have some meat soup."
Naiyuan, Herohero, and Momonga emerged from the forest. Seeing that Ninya was awake, they asked after her condition and handed her the food they were carrying.
"Thank you. Thank you for saving me."
Ninya accepted the meat soup and carefully began drinking it. Her instincts told her that the three people before her were good people.
After all, what kind of bad person would so thoughtfully wash her clothes, treat her wounds, and then gently offer her food? In Ninya's eyes, the Naiyuan Trio were unquestionably good people.
Yes, three