As Mata and her party were invited onto the island, their expressions began to grow solemn. In fact, even up to the moment of departure, less than half of the tribe supported this visit.
Most people, though silent, still found it hard to believe in the creatures of this world. They would rather rely on their own hands, live a miserable life, than risk their leader never returning.
Mata was well-loved among the tribe, possibly because of her astounding charm or perhaps her formidable personal prowess.
Of course.
If not for the severe food shortage, her prestige in the army might be even higher.
Since arriving in this unfamiliar world, the tribe's casualty rate had reached staggering levels, dropping from an initial four hundred people to just over two hundred, with a third of the tribe having lost their precious lives for various reasons.
On the surface, she appeared to possess a beauty that could topple nations, with an allure akin to that of a High-level Enchanting Demon.
