The place was wide and long. Tall walls lined both sides and supported a circular arch-shaped roof. It was a large structure shaped like an aisle, and at the end of the opposite side of the entrance, there was the shaman. She wasn’t in a good state. Like the other imprisoned captives, she looked very haggard. Next to her sides, there were two elves who looked around intently while holding spears. Furthermore, there was another elf in front of her.

“Have you still not changed your mind, Lake Tribe shaman?” the person asked with a voice filled with deep charisma.

Zich was sure that at the very least, he wasn’t someone who would work under another person and had a formidable personality.

The shaman parted her lips to answer him. As expected of an elf, she possessed a youthful and beautiful appearance that made it difficult to believe that she was Leona’s grandmother. When she spoke, even the voice that flowed out of her mouth sounded extremely beautiful. “You fetus shit, what fucking nonsense are you saying? Rather than listening to your words, I would rather kiss the ass of an...