"The leaders in the messenger delegations are all Beastman Warriors who can compete to become the future Clan Leader of a Super Tribe. For their safety, there's bound to be a Lord Witch with healing witch power."
With that, he glanced at his troublesome disciple. "Don't wander around the tribe before the messenger delegation arrives. Understand?"
His eyes held a faint warning.
The witch pursed her lips and nodded obediently. "I understand."
'Because I had the witch's favor, my previously domineering personality offended many Witch Disciples. Those Witch Disciples are backed by various factions within the tribe.'
'If word gets out that my leg injury is so severe I can't even walk, I probably won't last long enough for the Lord Witch from the Super Tribe to arrive.'
"How did the trade meet go?"
The witch's expression turned cold. His question reminded her of many unpleasant things.
But she knew perfectly well he wasn't asking out of concern for her.
