The Tyrant's Past [2]

She slapped Elizabeth with all her strength.

The impact sent Elizabeth flying.

Her body slammed into a nearby chair, toppling it over.

The sharp sound of splintering wood echoed in the room.

Elizabeth's cheek was torn open, and a portion of her skin was ripped away, leaving raw flesh exposed.

Blood dripped down her face, staining the floor.

Instead of crying in pain, she raised her head and glared at the woman.

The woman flinched.

"You—you bitch!"

The woman raised her hand to hit her again, but stopped.

She could see it.

Elizabeth would rather die than listen to her.

The woman's face twisted.

She took a step back, her voice trembling as she barked,

"Use this to heal yourself. We can't have you looking like a monster with that face at today's party."

She pulled a weak healing potion and a small book from her Spatial Inventory and threw them at Elizabeth.