A fine drizzle fluttered outside, and the wild peach trees planted in the tribe had bloomed, their vibrant pink coloring a corner of the sky.
Kaelen sat in the house, staring blankly at the pages of a book, his entire being in a daze. All search efforts had been in vain; his initial tearful anxiety had gradually turned into a numb stupor.
Because too many things had happened, the mating ceremony was also canceled.
Everyone was busy repairing the tribe. Occasionally, clansmen carrying materials would pass by the administrative area and gaze inside. Within the spacious room, Kaelen sat blankly at the desk, holding a book, but it had been a very long time since he flipped a page.
A middle-aged beastman couldn't hold back and blurted out: "Little Priest!"
Startled by this call, his drifting soul was pulled back. He looked at the few clansmen standing outside, put the book down, stood up, walked out the door, and asked: "Um, do you need something from me?"
