Tribe Conquest: Harem starts in a tribe!-Chapter 10: Return of Hope

Eric’s awed gaze lingered longer on the female than he wished to, unable to take his eyes off of her.

She was like a goddess descended upon the mortal realm, her radiant silvery hair flowing beautifully under the influence of soft wind coming through the open door. Her face was a sculpted marvel; it was almost difficult to believe how Eric wanted to protect her while, at the same time, feeling alarmed when looking at her.

Her ice blue eyes sparkled under the dim illumination of the lanterns in the room, gaze fixed directly on Eric. Her dress revealed just enough to not conceal too much, letting the imagination fill the gaps. Leather straps hugged her thighs, a place to carry daggers.

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"What are you looking at?"

Only after the male warrior standing beside her spoke up with agitation was Eric jolted awake, taking his gaze off of her.

"Nothing." He said meekly, coughing awkwardly.

The old man, who had been here from the start, introduced the female and the male.

"This is the princess of our Roen Tribe, Sefira Roen, and standing beside her is the son of the vice-patriarch, Jule."

Eric recognized Roen Tribe. It was in Buan’s memories. It was around ten kilometers away from the Vila Tribe, making it the closest tribe to them.

Bowing his head, Eric expressed his gratitude. "Thank you, Princess Sefira. I would be dead if not for you."

Eric was sincere with his words, not even wanting to think about what would’ve happened if she didn’t save him.

"You are Buan, right?" asked Sefira with recognition in her eyes.

Eric blinked, and then nodded. "I am, but how did you know?"

"We met ten years ago in the meeting for the tournament. Don’t you remember? You accompanied your father, and I accompanied mine. We even played together," revealed Sefira excitedly.

"We did?"

Buan’s memories didn’t have any mention of something like that. Moreover, they were mostly of the recent two years, nothing before.

Nodding in affirmation to his question, Sefira suddenly asked inquisitively. "But how did you end up in the maw of our Beast God?"

Eric then narrated his experience, recounting all the chase and capture sequence with Rokan, his pissing on him, leaving him with his legs crushed, aiming to end his life for his own benefit.

"How can someone be so cruel and evil?" expressed the old shaman with disgust on his face. "Trying to kill your own tribesman — such a vile person."

Sefira and Jule agreed with a silent nod.

Eric, on the other hand, moved his right leg, only left with a thigh and knee; however, to his surprise, he didn’t feel any pain.

From what he remembered, his legs were gushing out blood without any break, and the pain was even more unbearable.

Moreover, his left leg was healed completely, leaving no crushed bones or flesh, as if a miracle had happened.

He immediately raised his head toward the three Roen tribe members and asked, "How come I’m completely healed and do not feel any pain?"

Sefira and Jule turned their gazes to the old shaman, inviting him to answer.

The shaman chuckled, "It’s thanks to this old man. I performed some divine healing to close your wounds and regenerate the lost blood." His face fell as he sighed, "But even I have limits. I cannot regenerate your lost leg."

Eric nodded in understanding. "It’s alright. I cannot be more thankful for your help than I already am. I owe you and Sefira my life."

"But you need to leave and return to your tribe now," said Jule indifferently.

Sefira glared at Jule, however, instead of backing down, Jule matched her gaze head-on and reminded, "Your father can return at any moment. Do you really want to explain to him how you rescued a member of Vila tribe when he forbade you from going out to hunt spirit beasts?"

Sefira immediately lowered her gaze, unable to retort to his reasoning.

Eric understood that it was time to leave, getting down the makeshift bed. His left leg touched the ground, trying to maintain his balance; however, he fell back on his butt on the bed the next moment.

With one leg shorter and gone, his body needed some time to adjust to even be able to stand.

Seeing his pathetic struggle, Jule sighed, "I’ll take him to his tribe, act as a witness, and explain to the Vila Tribe’s patriarch what happened. I’ll say that I saved him instead of Sefira so she doesn’t get caught."

"I knew I could count on you, Jule." said Sefira with a light smile.

Jule coughed and looked away. "Of course." He tried to sound prideful.

Jule then hurriedly bent before Eric with his back turned to him. "I’ll carry you; get on."

Eric was then given a piggyback ride to the outer gate of the Roen Tribe. There, Jule borrowed a hound, similar to the one that chased Eric. Climbing on its back, they both began their journey to the Vila Tribe.

The sun had begun to rise as the night receded.

It was just after they had left the Roen tribe that the spell whispered into his ears.

Congratulations! You have survived till dawn!

Your rewards are being calculated.

Eric’s eyes widened a bit, startled by the sudden chime of the spell.

He had forgotten about the spell for a moment, despaired by the current reality.

He had lost a leg, suffered hellish pain and humiliation, and encountered the most harrowing creature imaginable to him.

His previous life on Earth was nowhere close, and hence, he went into shock, his mind struggling to get used to this new life.

However, with the spell, returned a hope, a hope that things could get better, a lot better.

After all, in despair, hope is the ultimate medicine.

The shine in his eyes returned, waiting for the rewards.

Soon, the empty space in front of him shimmered, a familiar panel of runes appearing.

Your rewards have been calculated.

They are...