On Fire Island, Eleanor looked at her scar-covered hands and silently clenched her teeth.
She bound the longsword to her hand with a cloth strip and continued to focus her thoughts swinging the sword.
"Damn... why..." The sword-swinging right arm had gone numb again, and she could only switch the sword to her left arm, struggling to concentrate her will, "It's almost been a year... still can't..."
Still couldn't learn the Extraordinary Swordsmanship?
Such intermittent thoughts flashed through her mind, which was exhausted to the limit, and then her legs suddenly gave way, and she fell to the ground on her side.
In her last blurred vision, she saw Nora running towards her.
On the second floor of the manor.
After treating Eleanor who lay in bed, Nora sighed deeply and closed the door as she left the room.
"How is she?" Aske asked.
"She's overextended both physically and mentally," Nora said, "She needs some time to recover."
