"Who knows what all these big shots came here for?"
"I heard the Patriarch used to be in the same organization as them. They're probably catching up."
"Do they all need to come here just to catch up?"
"Then what is it for?"
"Don't know."
"Then stop arguing."
"..."
The Witches discussed why these Patriarchs had come here.
Yet they completely overlooked the lightning that occasionally surged from the water network beneath their feet.
No...
It was not that they had overlooked it.
Once they learned that it came from the Patriarch's Shelter, they had simply chosen to ignore it.
That was the Patriarch, after all.
There was no way something of hers would harm them, right?
Rather than thinking about such random nonsense,
they might as well put their hands to work
and make their houses nice and beautiful.
That was right.
Even those Transmigrator Witches who had Shelters
still needed to make changes outside after moving their Shelters here.
For example, gardens.
For example, fences.
Although they were all Witches and comrades who fought shoulder to shoulder,
their homes still needed to be clearly separated.
It was not because they were being distant.
Rather, the gap between the subjects of different Witches' research could be as vast as the gap between a frog and an elephant.
Even things like Herb Gardens had to be carefully kept apart.
Otherwise, if even the slightest trace of another herb got mixed in,
the Potions produced might be affected.
You could think of it as something like a graduation thesis from an agricultural university.
So, to prevent that from happening,
the Witches would build fences between themselves.
No, two fences.
Some whose research was relatively dangerous or rare would even set up a small protective Magic Array to prevent their scents from