Chapter 31: The Tin Knight and The Witchs Way of Greeting (6)
Franka Aglaia regained consciousness amidst a headache that felt like her skull was splitting.
Various parts of her body ached and throbbed, and her limbs felt heavy like water-soaked cotton.
The near-feverish state of her body was one of the typical symptoms of being cursed.
Indeed, it was a curse.
She had been defeated by that woman in black—
“You’re awake, I see.”
—Franka’s eyes snapped open.
She reflexively tried to assume a combat stance, but her heavy body wouldn’t move as nimbly as she wished.
And even if her body had been light, it probably wouldn’t have made a difference.
Skeletal hands extending from the chair firmly gripped Franka’s hands and feet.
As expected of a necromancer, even the method of restraint exuded wickedness