Swords were ready at speeds Irene was unaware she possessed. It seemed that living in the face of impending battle at all times had benefited her as much as it hurt her.
While the mental wounds would likely be lifelong, she was getting physically stronger and more responsive.
If she could lie around and think about it, her ultimate goal was to still be the greatest knight, but there was seldom time to think about anything other than the present. She wasn't getting better for personal gain, but so that the duchy wouldn't fall to the army of monsters who had taken the tower.
Each monster left alive was a sign of the knighthood's failure, and she could not live with that.
Surprisingly, she was even faster than Felix as she stood up first and threw off her sheath.
The goblins weren't even headed in their direction, but their living at all was too much.
