The Anuvi tribe of people in the Uzumiya Holt was a secretive settlement that moved their mud huts every other day. Made of straws, leaves, and mud–their homes were rarely missed, but that was the way of their people. To be seen by others was considered shameful; the outsiders were unclean, unholy, and any form of interaction with them was seen as an insult to their praised deity.

A great fowl with long white wings and eyes as blue as the ocean itself–their god, a lesser deity that had slipped under Aura's radar, as it wasn't strong enough for capture, and to even pursue it would've been an insult. But now, as she walked alongside her husband through their tiny settlement, she saw the many bounties that it had provided, and that to her was far more interesting.

Tanned skin like chocolate with a pair of piercing blue eyes, both the men and the women were plentiful, and their bodies had quite a weight. Round as a drum, the men were big and visibly strong, and the women had wide hips for birthing and big, hanging breasts for breastfeeding. Licking her tongue to the sight, Aura and Zephyr followed the priestess's lead. She was guiding them towards the largest hut made of straw and big leaves.

Walking inside, they were met with the sight of a big, fat man sitting in front of a raging flame. And around him, sitting on rugs, were a handful of men and women. Each had a refined look about them. Unlike those outside, their clothes were stroked with embroidery and the depiction of the very bird that they praised.

"I have healed the plagues, but they're not cured. The–" Shooting a sharp glance at Elicia, the chief's expression soured even more so than it already was.

"It wasn't enough that we have to rely on outsider help, and now you've brought more strangers into our settlement?"

"Brother!" Grabbing his burly arms from behind, a young woman of the most silky dark skin tried to urge the chief to contain his anger. "She's trying to help."

Her long lashes blinked a few times as she lifted her head and looked around at everyone. In the meantime, her brother huffed and puffed while staring at the flame. Most simply ignored them both and waited for Elicia to introduce them, but, returning the girl's gaze, Zephyr tried to peer into her mind and found out that she was afraid.

'Her brother…' Shifting his eyes back to the chief, Zephyr watched him coughing with a hand covering his mouth. 'He's sick too. Bloodroot in his lungs, not long before it turns him into a monster.'

"Thank you for your help, outsiders. But please leave us alone, we'd paid for your help already." Said the girl while rubbing her sick brother's back.

Focusing on her again, Zephyr was quite entranced by her deep blue eyes and the tight braided hair that was tucked into the back. A pair of rosy lips was a welcome contrast to her tanned appearance, and the pair of fine breasts barely covered by strips of clothes wrapped into a loose bra drew his attention, some more.

Fascinated by the girl, his gaze fell further down. A chain with shells was tied around her hips, and as they dangled with every movement she made, they drew attention to her smooth belly button. Compared to the rest of the crowd, however, she appeared much younger, around the same age as Rudy. But even so, the way she carried herself felt a lot more mature.

"Custer and Cecilia can help your people. They can cure this plague and even do something about your sickness chief Gorah." Slowly lifting his head to Elicia's words, the chief's already fat cheeks puffed even further.

"D-don't tell me what I should do! You out–" Feeling another cough building up, he covered his mouth and let out another fit.

"Drink some water, big brother." Reaching behind her, the younger sister grabbed a jug from behind her. "Here, and let the girl speak."

Not waiting for his response, she looked at Elicia and urged her to continue speaking. Visibly worried, the sister knew that her brother had little time, but his disdain for outsiders would take him away before his time.

"Alright–" Moving a hand in front of Elicia, Aura decided to step up and talk for herself instead of letting the new succubus prattle.

"Your brother," looking at the girl and not the chief, she briefly smiled. "He will die, and the bloodroot in his lungs will use his body as a host. Controlling him like a puppet and spreading the parasite's larvae to other people."

"Bloodroot? What is that?!" Letting go of her brother, the girl rose to her feet. Gorah tried to pull her back down, and the rest of the assembly shot her glances full of scorn. "Oh, let it go! How long are we going to be hermits?! Until all of us are gone to some disease?!"

"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, JOSA! IT'S THE WAY OF OUR PEOPLE! THE OUTSIDERS THEY–AUGHH!" Screaming at his sister, the chief burst into another fit of coughs. Josa looked down at him for a moment, but steeling her heart, she ignored him for now.

"Do you know how to cure this?" She asked, her hands reaching out and grabbing Aura's.

Seeing just the type of opportunity that she was looking for, Aura couldn't help but smirk. Caressing the young girl's hand, she leaned closer to her ear and whispered.

"Yes, but it will cost you, and I'm not talking about gold~." A bit confused, Josa blinked her eyes and kept staring at Aura as she pulled her head back. "Be ready to say goodbye to your hermit lives, too, by the way, that is one of the conditions for us to help you after your brother's insults."

"Do not give in to their lies, Josa…" Struggling to breathe, the brother still tried to sway his sister.

Although she felt something fishy from a mile away, being too desperate to save her brother at this point, Josa gave Aura a nod.

"What do we have to do? What do we pay?"

"AS IF WE WILL STAND FOR THIS!" Screamed one of the many clan members gathered inside the hut. "IT'S BETTER TO DIE FOR OUR BELIEFS THAN TAKE HELP FROM THESE UNCLEAN STRANGERS!"

"Why are you here then?!" Shooting right back, Josa jerked her head towards the screaming man on the floor. "Go help the sick, test your luck, and when you are the one on death's doorstep, then you get to have a say!"

Fuming red, the man's body began to shake from his bottled anger. Gorah tried to make his sister sit again, but she jerked her hand away from him, and the sight made the rest of the assembly get up and leave the tent. Once gone, the only ones left inside were the chief, his sister, and the outsiders, and that's when Aura decided to speak again.

"Firstly, we need two tents to take in patients. Second, the men and women will be treated in separate tents. Third, even those who aren't sick will need to take the treatment as a precaution. And last but not least…" Smirking once more, Aura glanced down at Josa's brother. "Josa will help, and once this is all over, she will come with us as my master's servant."

"WHAT?!" Gorah exclaimed, his eyes bloodshot at the mere suggestion.

To his surprise, however, his sister's answer was completely different.

"Cure my brother, and I'll do anything…" And so, no matter how much he tried, Josa wouldn't listen to a word from her dying brother. In her eyes, this was the only way to save him, and it was better for her to leave with a stranger and still have a living brother than stay behind and bury him.

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