caused these cursed, frail legs to unleash such a heart-stopping surge of strength at that moment.

The devout priests would call it a miracle, while the faithful doctors would call it willpower. But perhaps there is only one word that can truly name this wonder - woman.

Her bony knees hit the floor with a resounding thud, sending shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it. But she paid it no mind, not even sparing a glance at the lifeless body of the man she had just killed. Instead, she reached out with a trembling hand to her dear friend, her voice filled with fret and anguish: "Are you alright, Edith?"

Edith''s head spun and her vision blurred, and with a violent coughing fit, she also collapsed to the ground. As she regained her senses, she took in the world around her once more.

Unable to speak, she crawled forward on her knees and tightly embraced the brave maiden, burying her face in the lean yet sturdy arms of Charlene.

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Edith had fallen ill after all. By evening, her body was wracked with chills, her limbs aching and limp, and her head too heavy to sustain the spirits.

The young girl wouldn''t appear weak, so she refused to admit that it was the result of being frightened by the accident during the day. Even as Aunt and Margot pressed her into bed after dinner, she was still stubbornly muttering that it was just a coincidence that she happened to catch a cold.

Regardless, the moment she laid her head on the pillow, she drifted off into a deep sleep like a kid.

When Ed