The temple was not far away.
Since it was a primitive tribe, the backwardness of communication equipment naturally shortened the distance between tribes. Hoshino had expected this long ago. When she looked back at Gavial, it seemed Gavial had expected it too. After being away for so many years, her hometown's development was still stuck in place.
"We're almost there."
Temimi said timidly.
Hoshino noticed something unusual.
Since it was a festival, it should at least have been lively. Yet let alone noisy crowds, the temple grounds were deserted. There was not a single person.
"Did something happen in Sargon?"
Hoshino stopped where she was and looked at Temimi, the only person she could communicate with. To Temimi, Hoshino's gaze was like a mountain, crushing the breath from her lungs.
Don't let her find out!
Luckily, the first impression she had left on Hoshino was that she was timid, afraid of trouble, and poor at communicating. Otherwise, who knew what consequences it might bring? Temimi sighed and pointed at the temple, which resembled a Mayan tomb.
"I don't know. Normally, the temple should be packed with people. Even those who don't want to be Great Chieftain like watching a spectacle."
More like watching people fight.
Hoshino silently snarked to herself.
If there was no one here, something must have gone wrong. As for the cause...
Hoshino looked up.
The Hyperion stood high in the sky, like a solemn divine kingdom.
Were they all worshipping it?
A giant bird descending from the sky had nothing to do with urgent tribal concerns like harvests and water sources. It should not have been enough to make the tribe replace its totem on the spot... No, the locals did not think normally. She could not casually project her own thinking onto them. She had