Chapter 315: Dafirae Tribe

"The Crimson Goddess' Prime Tribe, huh? No wonder the garb of that lass is too familiar. But what's up with those ugly-looking towers? Why do they need to put a roof on each floor?"

Klement rudely remarked upon looking at the towering Pagodas all around the place as soon as Alwyn left our side. 

 She left us in the middle of the square to join up with the congregation of Transcendents to report to the Monarch overlooking the square from the elevated pavilion in front of us.

"Old rug, those are called pagoda and something the Dafirae Tribe is known for. Those are sacred for them. If they heard your words, your head might be lopped off not even a day after 200 years in the Dungeon."

Irja facepalmed at Klement and patiently explained to him.

This woman… Despite her tone, she's quite caring towards Klement, isn't she? I guess the 20 years she spent there were all with the old rug's company.