Fudolin now couldn't figure out if she was normal or not.
Her consciousness seemed to be stuck between clarity and haze, making it hard to describe the feeling.
On one hand, she felt that her behavior of only walking forward, ignoring her companions, and even leaving the Monsters to them was very odd. But on the other hand, she felt that there was something at the top of the mountain that deeply attracted her.
This inexplicable allure urged her to walk forward, never stopping, heading straight for the peak.
No matter how awful her words and thoughts were previously, she would always go to rescue her companions. But this time, she completely ignored Luluwo and the others, who clearly needed help.
There's a word that perfectly describes her state—bewitched.
Thinking back carefully, it seemed as if things started becoming strange after she encountered Michaela's lotus, or rather, the Charming Branch.
