Chapter 1455 Gehenna Tribe [2]

Chapter 1455 Gehenna Tribe [2]



A year.

It flew by before anyone even realized it.

With the Saintess' approval, Damien's trio was given permission to live in the village, however, it wasn't an unconditional thing.

The three of them were far too uncultured by the villagers' standards.

They didn't know any language, they didn't know how to properly hunt in the jungle, and they didn't know the customs of the world that everyone else knew.

The Saintess permitted their stay, but they weren't expected to stay for long.

She basically just freed them and allowed them to do what they wanted.

However, Damien chose to stay.

Since that was the case, he had to assimilate himself into the village.

That was the start of a new life.

If Damien's group wanted food and shelter, they needed to contribute to the tribe.

As for how to do so, the past year was really a learning experience to figure that out.

The three of them were split up, since each of them had their own specialties.

Tiamat was taken by the village's women.

She, of course, had several things to say about this, but she didn't really have a choice.

If they were going to stay here, they had to abide by the village's ways.

Luckily, though, this wasn't a tribe with a heavy patriarchy or matriarchy.

There were women in many varied roles, so Tiamat definitely could've become a guard or something of the sorts, but the tribal women thought differently.

When they took her away, Damien didn't see her again for the rest of the year they'd been here.

The only thing he knew was that she was fine.

After all, the tribe wasn't openly hostile to them.

A majority of them were curious about these people who'd appeared in their lands so mysteriously.

That group was the one with Tiamat, so Damien didn't worry about what she was doing.

Darius' role was more surprising.

Darius was a man who only thought about combat. He never thought of himself talented or suited for anything else, nor did he want to be.

The tribesmen didn't think the same.

They took him to their forges.

He became an apprentice there, where body language mattered more than language, and began learning from the blacksmiths.

The environment they lived in, this sacred jungle of theirs, was a diverse environment with rivers of clear water, mountains, and huge swatches of land filled with a mystical variety of creatures.

Learning to hunt them, learning to prepare and cook them, learning what they meant to the tribe...

Damien felt like a kid again, just recently introduced to the wide world.

Today was another regular day with the Gehenna Tribe.

Damien and Thalia had just returned from their hunt, bringing a massive panther-like alien beast carcass with them.

As always, they were greeted at the entrance by a large crowd of people, all of whom praised them for their kill.

Once again, Damien and Thalia managed to hunt something none of the other hunters were able to touch.

It was a meal that would feed the entire village on its own, which meant the rest of the meat could be stored for later use. How could the tribe not be happy?

Despite Damien being a "kurang-ha," the Gehenna Tribe's word for "foreigner," there were many people who already considered him a part of their tribe, a true member of their family.

It happened in just a year.

And Damien was enjoying himself far more than expected.

Life in the tribe was great.

It really was.

But in the back of his mind, Damien always remembered his original goal.

There were things he had to do.

Which meant this well-spent time would come to an end soon.

Damien sighed to himself as he thought about it. That moment would definitely be a sad one, but it was inevitable.

Though, it wasn't in the foreseeable future, so he allowed himself to enjoy the time he had without thinking about it.

Stray thoughts filled his head as he walked through the village, and only when he finally got rid of them did he hear the voice calling for him.

"...ter...Great Hunter!"

His eyes turned to the side, where a small woman had appeared at a time unknown.

She was calling him by a title given to him by the older women of the tribe, so he knew she was here for something more business than casual.

"Was there something?"

Damien's words were a little choppy, since he still wasn't used to the language, but he got his point across fine.

The small woman nodded, her eyes relatively serious.

"The Saintess has summoned you."

Damien's eyes widened.

The Saintess whom he hadn't seen since that day they were granted permission to live here.

What did she need from him?