Rosella reached the village after running for a few hours. She walked near a small shop, which was running by an old lady.
“Good afternoon, my lady. I need a little help from you”, Rosella asked her politely. The old lady looked at her once. Her gown was dirty and covered with blood patches. Her hair was in a mess. Her hand was bleeding. But she had a strong aura.
“Oh, dear child. You seemed to have suffered a lot.”, the old lady said softly, giving her a glass of sugar water. Rosella held the glass in her hand. She was still panting and hungry. She drank a sip from the glass.
“Thank you, my lady. May I ask what area we are in currently?”, Rosella asked with a sad smile. The old lady nodded her head.
“You are at the border of Western Werewolf Empire and Northern Lands, child.”, the ol
