Late at night,
From the way she looked at me, it seemed like she found something! Perhaps she's going back to her own tribe! Maybe she's hesitating about whether to retaliate. After her words, she might have made a decision.
The Dragon Tribe, the Wind Tribe—this world might not be as simple as it seems!
After the female left, Henry and Charles inquired about Clara's situation. Clara said there was nothing important, and Henry and the others went back to their tasks.
In the afternoon, the weather was nice. Clara spread the boiled wood pulp on wooden boards. Once it dried, it would become thin paper. It felt different when you made it yourself. After a short while, the paper was dry. Clara tore it off one by one, accumulating them.
Finally having paper, Clara also planned to make some thicker and softer ones. This way, she could use them when she felt uncomfortable in the future, and they were also naturally hygienic.
