"Help, save me..."
"Wee... wee..."
"Damn monster, I'll fight you to the death..."
"Mom, I'm scared..."
.......
Along with the beast's roar, there were numerous human voices—men's angry shouts, women's desperate cries, and the helpless wails of children.
Just hearing these sounds, the witches could already imagine a group of desperate humans fleeing from a terrible Calamity Beast, which made them frown slightly.
How could there be people in the wilderness in these times?
It's known that the Doomsday Era hasn't just started, and the surviving humans are all in various shelters. In such a calamity-ridden environment outside, mortals wouldn't survive for long.
This seems suspicious.
That's what the witches thought.
But everyone was young, and young people are generally kinder. Even young witches of a warrior race are no different at heart from mortals.
So, even knowing it could be a trap, they still wanted to check it out.
"Lord Clown?"
