“Are you awake? How do you feel?”

She clenched the hand that intertwined with her fingers. Her pale fingers touched the back of his hand.

“How much time has passed?”

“Time? Ah, that…… You were sick for three full days. Everyone was very worried. There was a lot of talk about whether god was trying to take you back. We even held a tribal meeting, wondering if we had served you improperly.”

She sat up, propping herself on her elbows. After regaining consciousness from being severely ill, the fact that this place wasn’t Harriton City in the Nolland Empire where she had lived became much more real.

Even after being this sick, I can’t return to my original place. She also felt that she needed to find something beyond ordinary means. Sorcery, other worlds. She thought such things might be the key to returning her to normal.

She faced Murat, who looked much cleaner than three days ago. His scraggly beard had somehow been considerably tidied.

“You’ve become handsome, Murat.”

Riena smiled lightly as if greeting someone she hadn’t seen in a long time.

His complexion changed dramatically. Though it was hard to see because of his sun-tanned skin, he might have been blushing. When she touched his earlobe, it was warm.

“It’s the first time I’ve seen you smile.”

“Was it?”

“Since you said you had to wash every day, I thought that might be a rule of the divine world. So I paid attention to looking clean.”

Her hand that had been touching his ear tip went down to his firm nape. His body was so hard that she had the illusion that it might be filled with solid bone rather than muscle.

“You were clean from when I first saw you, Murat.”

“When you came down, I had cleaned my body for the ceremony. Originally, I don’t pay this much attention to appearance. But it will be different from now on.”

“It would be a shame to hide such a face with a beard.”

Compared to the city gentlemen who had approached Riena, he still had beard marks, but in terms of beauty, Murat was naturally overwhelming.

Still, it was embarrassing to keep praising him. Although appearance occupied a considerable portion of her standards for judging men, it felt awkward to chatter more since it felt like she was seducing Murat.

As soon as she recovered from her illness, he pushed food at her first. This time it was barley soup with plenty of meat and mushrooms.

“Eat a lot. I don’t know what kind of food would suit your taste.”

“It smells delicious. I’ll eat well.”

The soup sprinkled with herb powder tasted very good, so she ate until she was full. Even so, she couldn’t empty even half of the large wooden bowl, which darkened Murat’s expression. Seeing that expression, she had no choice but to make excuses.

“For me, eating this much is eating a lot normally.”

“It’s hard to believe. How do you live eating only as much as a small child?”

“I’m more amazed by the meal portions of people here. Anyway, I ate very well, so I hope you’ll put your mind at ease.”

Murat, who couldn’t hide his dissatisfied expression, finished the rest. It felt a bit strange that he was eating the food she had left behind. In this place where civilization differed greatly, throwing away food seemed impossible.

While she slept, the entire floor of the house had been newly laid with straw mats. The places to step were worn down so no thorns would stick. Right below the bed, worn fur had been additionally placed.

Many other things had changed as well. Riena’s clothes had increased, and besides straw sandals, leather boots had appeared. When she tried them on once, they weren’t comfortable enough to walk in, as Murat had worried. Watching her hesitate while wearing the shoes, he lifted her up as if he had expected this, as usual.

“Don’t force yourself to walk. No one wants you to get hurt.”

When she went outside after a long time, the scenery of early morning fog rising on distant mountain ridges unfolded. A man came out from the neighboring house and greeted her happily.

“Gift of god! You’ve finally awakened. I’m glad you’ve recovered.”

Murat adjusted the distance so that man couldn’t come close.

“It would be better to talk from there.”

The man also didn’t attempt to approach rashly. He just smiled awkwardly and observed Riena’s condition.

“While we’re at it, how about everyone meeting the gift of god? There are many people who want to see your face, even if just once.”

“Hmm, would that be alright?”

“Just be careful of the scent of milk and keep your wits about you. I naturally don’t want the gift of god to return to heaven either.”

The man blew a small flute hanging around his neck. Since shouting wouldn’t reach the end of the village, he seemed to call with the flute instead.

After blowing three long times, all twelve men gathered at the large tree in the village center. Some carried bows as if going hunting, and some held plows barefoot. They all seemed to be right on the verge of starting their daily tasks.

Riena was placed on a low table used for drying grain. The sight of people with reverent attitudes surrounding her was like a saintess and apostles.

Perhaps their feelings were similar to that. Since they firmly believed she had come down from heaven, they probably regarded her as something like god’s representative. And they would all play the role of following Riena.

“Gift of god.”

Even though she had told them her name last time, at some point she was being called by a more polite title.

“Please call me Riena. It’s a bit awkward when you mention gods.”

“Is that alright? Riena.”

Only three people had memorized her name so far, so she didn’t know who the man talking to her was.

Saya, who was standing beside her, smiled brightly and acted friendly.

“I was sorry about that time. I think I surprised you, Riena.”

“I was a little…… flustered.”

“Both at Lion’s Hill and when I invited you to my house. It seems like something big could happen if we’re not careful. It looks like we need to serve you much more carefully than expected. I was anxious because you were so severely ill.”

“I’m not usually so weak, but for some reason, I was like that.”

Saya opened his innocent-looking eyes wide.

“Not weak? Anyone can see you’re delicate. The divine world might be different, but anyway, that’s how it is here.”

Most of what Saya said was right, so she bit her lips and nodded. In this overwhelming environment in many ways, if they treated her carefully, there was no reason to refuse by pretending to be strong.

Come to think of it, didn’t Saya say he was the dead chief’s son? He might be something of a power holder in the village. He might know something about sorcery, and there was a high possibility he held the key to returning to her original world.

Riena observed Saya carefully while secretly pondering where to approach from.

“Riena, but about that milk you had that time.”

Bringing up the milk that came from her own br*asts was extremely embarrassing. In the fresh morning, she felt hot with shame and didn’t know where to look.

“I have something to ask about that. From my memory, I think I mostly just tasted it, but does the amount increase or decrease by any chance? I need to check your physical condition first.”

“I don’t particularly feel like the amount is increasing. It’s not uncomfortable either.”

She had heard that mothers who gave birth would overflow with br*ast milk if their babies didn’t suck in time, but Riena had no such symptoms. She remembered seeing this over her aunt’s shoulder when she had recently given birth.

“That’s fortunate. And what kind of effects does the milk have?”

“What? Effects?”

“It definitely causes excitement when consumed, and……”

Saya looked back at Rud who was nearby. The two seemed to have talked about this before, as they exchanged understanding glances.

“Rud’s boils disappeared. In just one day. And my itchy c*ck also got better.”

Some man from behind giggled and added to the conversation. He said ‘didn’t Saya get a disease in his d*ck from chasing after women so much’. Saya pretended not to hear even though he heard it. Riena briefly speculated that Saya’s kind-looking impression might not be all there was to him.

“You have healing power, right?”

Saya asked with complete certainty.

“I have no idea. In my world, I didn’t have such abilities. I didn’t even produce milk, and healing is even more beyond my capabilities.”

“Then did you receive divine power when you came to this place?”

Riena shook her head left and right, unable to hide her troubled feelings. As the tribe’s only woman, she might have to suffer at the hands of many men. Moreover, the scent of milk even aroused s*xual desire. If on top of that, drinking milk could heal wounds, what would become of her fate in the future?