But now, she could only sit in this pitch-black cave, listening to the laughter and cheerful voices from outside.
The delicious fruits and tender meat lifted the spirits of the long-traveled Beastmen from the Super Tribe, and their smiles grew much warmer.
"I have a matter I'd like to ask the Lord Witches for help with. Of course, we will also offer sufficient food and Beast Skins."
said the Salt Witch to the brown-haired Beastman beside him.
"A request?" The brown-haired Beastman looked at him. "What might that be?"
'The Lord Witches are part of the selection team, but I can't just disturb them at will unless it's a moment of extreme danger.'
The brown-haired Beastman inwardly scoffed. 'Food and Beast Skins? Things like that hold absolutely no appeal for us.'
The Salt Witch sighed. "Our tribe's most talented young witch injured her leg some days ago and can't walk now. So, I would like to request that a Lord Witch from your esteemed tribe treat her."
