Chapter 526
"Charlotte?" Shock flashed across Nehat’s face.
Not just because Charlotte’s eyes glowed a radiant gold—but because the right arm she had once severed to ensure Charlotte would never wield a blade again was whole, unscarred. Every wound that should have been beyond healing had vanished as if washed clean.
"It’s been a while, Great Chieftain," said Charlotte.
She walked through the center of Ian’s group, who had split to the left and right as if to make a path for her. Her footsteps were as calm and light as her voice and gaze, and a faint golden light shimmered from her lush black mane and fur.
"You’ve received the Platinum Dragon’s protection. Again," said Nehat, finally grasping the situation.
Although Charlotte’s eyes hadn’t held a golden glint like this before, she had experienced a similar situation in their last duel.
Despite inflicting grievous wounds, Charlotte had appeared perfectly fine a short time later and challenged her to a duel again, claiming it was thanks to the Platinum Dragon's blessing.
Inflicting a permanent injury had also been a form of punishment for that. She had thought Charlotte would meet a miserable and painful end, but it seemed she had survived and obtained yet another miracle. The one who brought that miracle, of course, had to be the Agent of the Platinum Dragon standing before her.
Shrrk—
A sudden sound drew her eye. Idris had drawn his fang sword and tossed it toward Charlotte, the weighted end first. Charlotte caught it with a sharp flick of her wrist without breaking stride.
"Yes. I have received a grace so great it will be difficult to repay."
"And yet you are so brazen. You have no shame," said Nehat, carefully taking in Charlotte’s entire form. She was wearing ragged gear that covered her vitals. It was likely a crude repair of the equipment Nehat had torn to shreds in their last duel, probably Palmer’s handiwork.