Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 505.1: Fusing Blood (1)

Charlotte woke up to a starry night sky outside the window.

Her fuzzy mind was struggling to recall what had happened before she passed out, but she still instinctively realized that something was different about the sky. She stared hard at the twinkling stars while listening to the commotion outside the carriage.

A minute passed, and the confusion in her eyes slowly cleared up. A jolt ran through her body as some sort of realization dawned on her, causing her emerald eyes to widen in joy.

She knew nothing about the battle that had transpired outside, having only just awoken from her sleep, but the changes with her body wouldn’t lie. It had been a long time since she had felt the Primordial High Elf Bloodline as clearly as she did now. The terrifying monster she had seen prior to her sleep had also vanished without a trace.

Most important of all, she could feel her curse slowly disappearing.

These signs told her that her suffering was finally over. She was naturally reminded of the young man who had promised to grant her a new life before she passed out.

“Roel…”

Murmuring his name, she struggled to rise to her feet. Her movements immediately caught the maids’ attention, who excitedly rushed over and escorted her out of the carriage. Grace broke down in tears when she saw Charlotte, and the Rosaian guards cheered joyously.

To them, Charlotte’s recovery didn’t just guarantee the stability of the Sorofya House and the Rosa Merchant Confederacy; it was also a confirmation of Flooding Death’s demise. The relief they felt from surviving an encounter with such a frightening entity was a cause for celebration.

Despite the enlivened atmosphere, Charlotte didn’t seem too enthused at all.

She scanned the surroundings in search of Roel but to no avail. She asked Grace about the black-haired man’s whereabouts, and the latter pointed at the swirling black vortex in the far distance.

Anxiety started breeding in her heart, and she clenched her fists tightly.

It was also then that the ring she wore on her finger started to siphon her life forc

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