Chapter 559: Spoils of War

"Are you okay?" Lancelot asked cautiously as he waved his hand to retract the vine, "Do you still feel like attacking us?"

"Um, Brother Lancelot…" Isabella's voice was filled with confusion and shyness, "Could you put me down first? I think I should have recovered…"

Once freed from the vine's entanglement, Isabella first moved her body in place to make sure everything was normal before showing a relieved expression, then she solemnly apologized to everyone.

"I'm sorry, I'm fully aware of what just happened, but I just… couldn't control my body at all…" The vampire's pale face managed to muster a few hints of color, "I've caused everyone trouble…"

"It's not your fault," Lancelot waved his hand, "It was the death curse from that monster that caused this, it would have been the same for anyone."

"How many times has it been now, you delivering the final blow to the enemy?" Bruto said with some envy, "I was simply punched away earlier, felt quite left out."