"Hmm, was that an illusion just now?" Little Sherry looked around, but still did not spot a single person. She immediately scratched her little head. "It must have been an illusion. No, Sherry needs to eat hard—only when I'm full won't I have hallucinations!"
Nalant had no idea that the little girl had turned her hallucination into an appetite and was diligently setting about ravaging the cream cake.
After returning to his tent, his face was full of excitement. Following this Strange Fruit enhancement, his magic power had increased enormously.
Spatial Teleportation, in particular, had made gratifying progress.
Previously, his teleportation could only cover a range of five meters.
Such teleportation was barely enough to save his life when facing certain powerful enemies' attacks. It certainly was not enough for any other purpose.
Even when facing an enemy who could crush him outright, that five-meter distance would only let him evade a single strike.
But now, his teleportation distance had reached over twenty meters.
At such a distance, the power of teleportation could be brought to its fullest.
Not only could he use teleportation to evade enemy pursuit and preserve his life, he could also use it to suddenly close in on an enemy and launch a sneak attack.
With this increase in strength, Nalant slept much more soundly that night.
Over the next two days, Nalant did not leave camp again, nor did he have his subordinates train or harvest Dark Creatures.
Like the other principality contingents, he recuperated himself and allowed his subordinates to recover from their wounds in peace.
However, as news of Nalant being isolated at the meeting spread, many debates and speculations arose throughout the expedition force over what would become of Nalant's contingent.
Some believed Nalant was doomed this time.
Without a principality contingent