The Half beastmen were truly ecstatic. They had been terrified when their wounds first began to fester.
After all, it meant they might be abandoned if they couldn't be treated in time.
Although they had mentally prepared for the worst, the thought of never seeing their families and fellow tribe members again brought an overwhelming sorrow.
Lying in the grass hut waiting to die, who among them could have imagined they would one day recover?
These past few days of shooting the breeze with the tribe members in their hut, and even talking to their families on the other side of the straw walls, had been so wonderful it all felt like a dream.
Until the witch's arrival today...
Looking at their witch's familiar old face, they could no longer contain their emotions and broke down, wailing loudly.
'Damn! This wasn't a dream. They were really healed.'
With hearts pounding and hands trembling, all they wanted was to scoop up that little female and carry her around.
