"As the saying goes, when you're unlucky, even water can make you choke."
Ever since I transmigrated, I may not have done anything heroic, but I've worked hard and completed my missions diligently.
System, at least give me decent items!
What the heck is this stuff?!
Now look what you've done. Perception training on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays; endurance practice on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays; and extra training in both on Sundays. Happy now?
With her hands tied behind her back in the basement and her strength repeatedly put to the test by the protagonist, Liya never imagined this would be her ending.
They said she would be kept, but they didn't mean this kind of "kept," did they?
Back then, she had a golden holy sword in her left hand, power and influence in her right, and the blood of dragons in her veins. She had the protagonist under her thumb, thirty years east of the river, thirty years west.
Now she has to endure high-intensity training every day.
At last!
Liya staked all her strength on knocking the protagonist unconscious and managed to escape.
She even ran into her old teammates.
"Teammates, teammates, help me!"
Looking at Liya, gasping for breath, one of the teammates she'd been searching for over several months replied, "I found a dragon girl. She wants to come home with me."
You're here to save me, r-right?
"I've finally found you, little Liya."
As she lay dying in the dim little room, Liya still couldn't figure out how to escape the plot of being kept captive!
