Chapter 187: (Self Edited) The Final Evening Gathering – (1)
“They’ve all gathered.” (Yuri)
I was in the witch’s cabin. In the large room occupying about half of the cabin, there was a big table surrounded by chairs. The table was a round rectangular table made of a type of wood I had never seen in Shaalta. Due to long use, the thickly coated varnish gave it a darkened appearance. It was likely a product from the south, and surely an item steeped in history.
“I see some familiar faces…” (Yuri)
I walked over near Jura Lakramanus among the group. The once cheeky expression on his face had vanished, replaced now by teeth chattering with fear and apprehension. Approaching Jura’s seat, I gently touched her thin neck from behind.
“Hiii—!” (Jura)
She jerked violently, startled. There was an old grudge between us. I had heard she had become the head of her household, so it made sense for her to be here.
“…Didn’t expect to see you here, Luīda Gudanvier.” (Yuri)
I turned my gaze to Gyudanvīer, the old woman sitting opposite me at the table.
“Oh, I’m here.” (Luīda)