Tormenting Fulin

 Fulin let out huge sigh of relief. Before the Capital would meet its doom, she managed to escape. She was lucky that she possessed a Magic tool that can hide her presence and those near her, or she might have been spotted.

 'But still, Betrum Nation will meet its end.' She did not know what to think of it. Betrum Nation is her home, yet, once it met its end, she ran away.

 Then again, there is nothing she can do about it. The sheer number of monsters marching to the Capital was something she never seen and likely would never see ever in her life.

 At least she was alive by the end of it. Spurring her horse to continue moving in slow trot, Fulin wondered where would her next destination would be.

 'Maybe stop at Casak Town. I hear there are some adventurers that remained there. They are more trustworthy than mercenaries.' With no huge backing, she could not ensure her safety, so, it's better to find some adventurers.