When Nopa saw her drawing, she gestured to the tribe, saying something in their language.

The tribe nodded and looked at Atia.

Realizing that they understood the meaning of the drawing, Atia nodded and extended her hand forward, indicating for them to follow.
“Your Highness, please stay here. I’ll be back.”

“I’m going with you.”

“What?”

“Let’s go together.”

Seeing the tribe following Atia, Owen didn’t want to stay here without her. It seemed safer to stick close to her for some reason.

“All right, then.”

Atia replied while tightly holding Cascus’s hand.

Owen, observing them holding hands, coughed lightly.

The night sky was now filled with twinkling stars. The view was breathtaking, an island that could kill.

“Be careful with your steps since it’s dark.”

Cascus said, examining Atia’s steps.

The place the tribe led them to was a cave.

Inside the damp cave, the missing sailors were digging rocks with picks, revealing smiles when they saw Owen.

“Your Highness…?”

“Your Highness!”

“Your Highness!”

Putting down their picks, they rushed towards Owen.

Owen, also surprised, widened his eyes.

“What’s going on here?”

“We were attacked while temporarily anchoring and exploring the island due to unfavorable currents… When we woke up, we were here.”

Ah, so that’s why they couldn’t come back.

With the overwhelming number of the tribe and being within their territory, it was somewhat inevitable that they couldn’t escape.

The tribe showed them where the boat was. The sailors’ boat was still anchored on the beach, seemingly untouched by the tribe.

The currents had calmed down as well.

Atia smiled widely at Owen.

“Your Highness, now you’ll believe me, right?”

“…”

At that moment, the moon, briefly covered by clouds, revealed itself again.

As the moonlight gently shone on Atia, her silver hair gleamed.

With large pupils and finely folded eyes, her red lips drew a soft curve.

For some reason, Owen couldn’t take his eyes off Atia’s smiling face.

“…”

The figure in front of Owen was extraordinary.

However, the Atia before him surpassed Owen’s expectations.

A seemingly powerless Countess, a Harad’s illegitimate child. Certainly, she was neither more nor less than that.

For a brief moment, Owen thought Atia emitting a bright energy was dazzling.

“…”

Atia, who unexpectedly appeared in the moonlight, seemed overly radiant, perhaps due to the excessively bright moonlight hidden by the clouds.

‘Is she a prophet? There’s definitely something different.’

He didn’t feel good.

Why did he feel this way?

Just a tool for a moment, something to use and discard.

Frowning, Owen shook his head.

“Fine. As agreed, I’ll grant what you want. Just escape from this damn island.”

Intentionally using rough language to conceal his tense emotions, Owen made the promise.
Owen must have prepared for a change in the conversation by getting an affidavit. Now, all that was left for Atia was to thoroughly investigate black magic at the royal palace.

While exploring the island with the tribe, Atia noticed something unusual. They seemed to admire strength. Traces of collecting the testicles, horns, and sharp claws of strong animals were abundant. Watching them touch or hold these items, it seemed they believed that the strength transferred to them.

‘Ah, so that’s what Cascus was aiming for there…’

Perhaps, in their eyes, Cascus appeared strong. If they were a bit later, what belonged to Cascus might have been cut off for the tribe’s use. The thought of what kind of treatment their descendants received over the generations was horrifying.

Glancing briefly at the place where her husband, who had almost disappeared, had been, Atia swallowed her saliva. Cascus, seemingly conscious of Atia’s gaze, raised an eyebrow.

“?”

“Oh, no, it’s nothing.”

Awkwardly, Atia smiled and looked elsewhere.

“First, we need to inform our people on the ship.”

Atia said, looking at the moon in the night sky.

“Let’s leave when it’s bright.”

“Will they let us go willingly?”

Owen added. Atia blinked at the tribe.

“Hmm…”

In the village, there were tribes of various ages, including elderly and children. Despite living on a spacious and fresh island, they seemed lacking in overall knowledge, perhaps due to a lack of interaction with other places. Medical and health-related skills were also lacking.

“I massaged the old woman, and she brought gratitude. If we do something for them, they might be friendly. Fortunately, they don’t seem to be bad people.”

“What’s your plan?”

Atia decided to line up the tribe and check their conditions one by one.

“Come on, line up.”

The tribe may not have understood exactly what she was saying, but they seemed to understand her gestures. Atia sat on a chair made of carved wood and checked the condition of each person one by one.

At that moment, a woman, presumably the mother, brought a boy whose neck she couldn’t properly support. Atia immediately understood why the boy had such symptoms.

“Oh, dear, he must have had a lot of pain from a stiff neck. It must have been difficult for him to move during this time.”

As Atia touched the boy’s body, he began to move his neck little by little, suffering from severe pain each time he moved. Pressing firmly on the area connected to the neck, Atia smiled when she saw the boy gradually regain the ability to control his neck. Nearby tribe members watched the scene with astonished eyes.

Utilizing her past knowledge and abilities, Atia thoroughly examined the tribe’s bodies for any issues.

Thump! Thump!

The sound of bones continued endlessly and persisted until sunrise.
Atia utilized the knowledge she had acquired in the past and exerted her abilities to the fullest, examining the areas where the tribe members had physical issues.

Thump! Thump!

The sound of bones continued incessantly, persisting until the sunrise.

Cascus stayed by Atia’s side, assisting her. He ordered the knights to bring drinking water and necessary items.

“You might be able to stop now. Isn’t it too much for you?”

“No, there’s no one else who can do it if not me.”

Atia spoke dully and grabbed the deformed joint of an old man in front of her, pressing and twisting it with one hand.

“It was dislocated. How much pain must you have endured.”

With Atia’s help, the old man’s arm, which had not been moving, slowly began to rise.

“Now you should be able to use your arm.”

Although the old man seemed not to understand what Atia was saying, he continuously bowed his head in gratitude to her.

In the meantime, the day broke.

Looking up at the risen sun, Atia blinked.

There were still many people to attend to, but she had to go to the royal palace.

At that moment, an elderly woman who had been watching her all night approached.