He Became the Only Ally of the Abandoned Warrior

In the pitch-black underground prison of the palace, Nydrian lay sprawled on the filthy floor. Days had passed without food or water since she had been brought to the capital. She was too weak to move, her cheek pressed against the foul-smelling grime, yet she remained motionless, merging with the dirty ground like an insect.

Suddenly, light pierced her unfocused gaze, forcing her to squint. The stern yet anxious voice of someone familiar called out to her.

"You wretched creature! Get up at once!"

Strange… Why was an Elven Elder here? Nydrian turned her head away, indifferent to whether the light and Elder were real or a hallucination.@@novelbin@@

"Get up, Nydrian! After causing all this disaster, do you feel no remorse?" he demanded.

“...”

The hallucination was annoyingly loud. It seemed it wasn't just a figment of her imagination after all. She tried to ignore the Elder, but his continued insults hit a nerve.

"You led the elves to extinction, and now you dare ignore it? You vile, worthless thing. Had you carried out your tasks properly, none of this would have happened. Worthless wretch!"

“What did I do wrong?” she screamed, fury giving her the strength to rise unsteadily and slam her head against the iron bars as she shouted her pent-up grievances.

"How am I so worthless? I was just a scholar! You forced a bow into my hands and sent me to the battlefield! Did you ever once give me praise for what I did under the pretense of saving our race? No, you didn’t!"

With each impact, her head bled, but Nydrian didn’t stop. Her voice was hoarse, her words filled with anger and resentment.