Reborn as the General's Useless Daughter-Chapter 125: The Danger has been passed

Before anything else, the poison had to be removed. If the toxin remained, no amount of wound treatment would matter.

Harold watched her movements in silence.

Zora’s hands were steady, precise, moving with practiced ease.

The methods she used were unfamiliar to him, and a flicker of doubt surfaced in his mind. Was this... acupuncture? A lost technique from the mysterious Eastern Continent?

Had it been anyone else, he might have suspected stalling or deception.

But when he noticed the fine beads of sweat forming at her temples and the intense concentration in her eyes, he understood. She was truly treating him.

An odd woman, he thought. She had promised to heal him, and she was actually doing it.

As the silver needles fell into place, the blackened discoloration around the wound began to recede, inch by inch.

Harold’s pupils contracted slightly. "This..."

Swallowing Cloud Poison was notoriously vicious, a toxin that most healers could do nothing against. Yet this woman was stripping it away as if she had done so countless times before.

Until the end, her movements remained clean and efficient. She layered the external wound with a high-grade Sunroot ointment, then carefully bandaged the wound. Only then did she finally exhale.

"It’s done." She straightened and handed him a transparent glass bottle that has some kind of white powder. "Mix a teaspoon in the water and drink three times a day. The remaining toxins will be completely cleared."

Her tone was matter-of-fact, as if she had merely completed a routine task.

"I’m leaving now."

She had already lost enough time. Alaric Von Seraph and the others were still out there, and she needed to reunite with them as soon as possible.

"What’s your name?" Harold asked suddenly. His voice was low and rough, but there was a sharp clarity beneath it.

Zora paused for a heartbeat before replying, "Zora."

"Harold." He gave his name in return, imprinting hers silently into memory.

Without another word, she turned and disappeared into the forest, her figure swiftly swallowed by the shadows.

She could only hope that Alaric Von Seraph, Raphael, and Sylvandria were safe.

From Alaric Von Seraph’s earlier decisiveness, she believed he would have found a way through. Unless something unforeseen occurred, they should survive.

Back inside the cave, the three waited as the thunderous tide of monsters gradually receded. The passage of time felt slow, each moment stretching their anxiety tighter.

The beast tide was vast beyond imagination. Even after half a day, the echoes outside had not fully faded, and the weight in their hearts only grew heavier.

"When will this damn beast tide finally end?" Raphael muttered, his usual warmth long gone.

Alaric Von Seraph remained silent. His face was dark and unreadable, the oppressive atmosphere around him suffocating.

The spirit warriors hiding in the cave did not dare make a sound. They stole cautious glances at the three special-enrollment students, fear etched into their expressions.

After all, these were disciples of the Imperial Academy with terrifying potential.

Offending them now would only invite disaster.

Their gazes flicked briefly to the man lying half-dead on the ground, beaten until he could barely move.

The sight alone made their scalps tighten. They shrank back instinctively, resolving not to draw attention to themselves. At a time like this, silence was survival.

The beast tide surged past like a roaring flood, shaking the earth with terrifying force.

The ground quaked violently beneath everyone’s feet once again, and chunks of gravel and dust rained down from the cave ceiling.

Cracks crept along the stone walls, widening little by little, as though the entire cavern might collapse at any moment. Fear clenched every heart inside. However, no one dared to speak.

All they could do was pray, silently and desperately, that the monsters would pass more quickly.

At last, the thunderous vibrations began to fade.

The tremors weakened, the deafening roars receded into the distance, and the overwhelming pressure finally lifted.

The moment he sensed the danger had passed, Raphael strode out of the cave without hesitation, his figure cutting swiftly through the ruined landscape as he rushed in the direction where Zora had been separated.

His expression was tightly controlled, yet his heart was a tangled mess of hope and dread.

He desperately wanted to see her safe, but at the same time feared encountering a sight of her disfigured corpse, which he could not bear to face.

Alaric Von Seraph and Sylvandria followed close behind, neither wasting a single breath.

All three moved at full speed, their only thought to reach the place where Zora had last been seen.

After they left, the remaining people in the cave finally collapsed to the ground, relief washing over them.

Some sat down heavily, others leaned against the rock walls, their bodies trembling as the tension drained away.

On the right side of the road, where Zora had fled, the scene was nothing short of catastrophic.

The land looked as though it had been ravaged by a natural disaster.

Ancient trees that had stood for centuries were snapped like twigs or ground into splinters.

The earth seemed like it was torn open, filled with broken branches, crushed stones, and deep gouges carved by countless trampling feet. Whenever a beast tide swept through, this was the inevitable aftermath.

It was easy to imagine the shock this disaster would bring. Both the academy and the mercenary union would feel its impact deeply.

"Master, three presences are approaching quickly," White’s voice sounded in her mind.

A faint smile curved Zora’s lips. If her guess was correct, it could only be Raphael and the others. She stood calmly amid the wreckage, waiting for them while feeling little touched that they cared enough to immediately come to her as soon as the danger was passed.

In the distance, three figures emerged as small dots and rapidly grew clearer, their forms cutting through the devastated terrain.

Raphael, Alaric Von Seraph, and Sylvandria rushed forward, their faces tense with worry as they took in the destruction around them.

Then, suddenly, a flash of vivid red appeared in their line of sight.

Against the bleak, ruined landscape, that figure was strikingly noticeable.

"Zora?" Raphael blinked, staring at the familiar silhouette before him in disbelief.

She stood there calmly, her lips curved in a gentle smile, sunlight falling across her features and making her seem almost unreal. "What? Are you that surprised to see me?" she teased lightly, her voice bright and relaxed, as if nothing extraordinary had happened.

She did not miss the shock, relief, and barely concealed joy flickering in Raphael’s eyes.

Though they had not known each other long, she could tell that he had truly regarded her as a friend. Otherwise, he would not have rushed to search for her the instant the danger passed.

"Are you hurt?" Raphael asked quickly, scanning her from head to toe. Aside from a few signs of dust and wear, she seemed unscathed.

Alaric Von Seraph and Sylvandria also examined her closely. The tension in their eyes eased, replaced by unmistakable relief.

"I’m fine, of course." Zora smiled, her expression playful yet confident. "If you survive a great disaster, good fortune usually follows."

Raphael finally exhaled, his heart settling back into place. For a moment, he had truly feared the worst.

Alaric Von Seraph’s gaze remained sharp and thoughtful. "How did you escape the beast tide?" he asked calmly, though doubt lingered in his eyes. He knew the terrain all too well. The path Zora had taken should have led to sheer cliffs and dead ends, with nowhere to hide.

That was precisely why her safe return left him deeply puzzled.

"Secret." Zora curved her lips, the smile light and mysterious, offering no further explanation.

Even if she did explain, she knew Alaric Von Seraph would never believe it. Some things, once spoken aloud, only sounded more unbelievable.

Raphael let out a breath he felt he had been holding for far too long. He didn’t care about the reason. He reached out and placed a hand on Zora’s shoulder, his smile warm and genuine. "How you escaped doesn’t matter. What matters is that you’re alive. That’s enough."

Seeing that she had no intention of elaborating, Alaric Von Seraph did not press the matter further.

Still, as his gaze lingered on her, a trace of thought appeared deep within his eyes.

This new student was far from ordinary.

To survive a beast tide, to walk a path that should have led only to death, and yet emerge not just alive but even completely unharmed... it was not something that could be explained by luck alone.

Sylvandria also looked at Zora quietly. Her clear, gentle eyes held a hint of doubt, but in the end, she swallowed every question down her throat, knowing very well that some answers, after all, were not meant to be forced.

"We’ll head back," Alaric Von Seraph said after a moment, his voice low and steady. "The main entrance is no longer safe. We’ll take a detour from here."