Shade appeared beside the three-person round table, so the three of them only had to turn their heads slightly to see him.
None of them spoke. They were clearly waiting for Shade, who had emerged from the butterflies, to speak first, but Shade was not certain what language was used in this era.
"Um, hello?"
So he ultimately used the Delarion Language, but unfortunately, the Wormhole Cave did not grant everyone the ability to communicate normally. Fortunately, after a brief moment of confusion, the middle-aged witch understood. She lightly tapped the table before her, and with a soft click, a small drawer extended from the side of the table. Inside was a wooden test tube.
The test tube was tossed to Shade. After pulling out the stopper and sniffing it, he caught the foul stench he had smelled in the passageway. He could almost certainly say that the potion had been made with worms as its raw ingredient.
Only after confirming it was not poisonous did he endure his disgust and gulp down the potion. Afterward, he was temporarily able to speak words that these people living in the Fifth Epoch could understand.
"May I ask, are you a follower of the Great One—the Butterfly God?"
The witch, who looked to be in her forties, hesitantly asked in a soft voice. Shade shook his head and walked toward the three of them.
"Though I'm not entirely certain what is happening right now, I'm quite sure I'm not a god's follower. Why would you think that?"
"Because I cannot understand why a man possesses spellcasting abilities. And we all came here to gain the favor of the Thousand-Eyed Phantom Butterfly's follower—the Butterfly Girl. Weren't you just now transformed into a swarm of butterflies?"
Their seating arrangement was simple: the witch sat