Kalanis quickly calmed her mind, gazing directly with a somewhat weak look at the heroic young man before her.
Though her tone was weak, it was exceptionally firm.
"Sir, could you release me? Give me a steel saber, and let me fight with the army."
These words were indeed serious.
Lear raised an eyebrow slightly.
Feeling the other's weak status, and thinking of the thousands of Fallen Demon corpses, he didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Why are you so persistent?"
Kalanis's expression remained calm as she spoke.
"A warrior's fate is to die on the battlefield, not to be tied to a tree watching their companions fight."
The tone was earnest, without any falsehood.
Lear inexplicably felt that this valiant female warrior resembled a wild grass growing on the prairie, possessing tenacious life energy.
Even if trampled into the mud, she could revive after a heavy rain.
He gave her a deep look.
"My army is enough to handle everything... there's no need for you to step in."
