"It's you. You finally returned!" They instantly kneeled down, which shocked everyone, including her.
"What are you doing?" It was her turn to be frightened by them.
"Thank you so much for giving our relatives and friends new lives." They said it gratefully.
"Hah????" She tilted her head in doubt.
So they began to tell her the story of four years ago.
The other slaves stared at her as if they were seeing a magical creature. No way; why didn't they hear about this?
"Well, how are they doing now?" Her tense face relaxed as she used her spiritual power to lift them up.
"My friend has opened a medical shop now. He always wishes to see you."
"The friend of my dead father has now become the shopkeeper of an inn."
I apologize, please forgive me if the word ‘Southern Pot’ sounds bad for you, my dear. This is the address that people in the Spiritual Continent use to refer to black-skinned people. Please do tell me if I should put other name. I don’t mean to offend anyone.