"T-the blood… the blood really can heal the wounds!" Grandma Mia—the fox beastwoman and one of the tribe elders—shouted in disbelief as she watched the gaping wound on a beastman's stomach slowly close.
The beastman gritted his teeth so hard his jaw trembled. Roxanna's blood burned like fire when it touched his skin, sending an unbearable pain through his body. But just like what she did to Azul yesterday, the wound sealed shut quickly, leaving his stomach smooth and scarless.
"She's not a mimic!" Grandma Mia declared loudly. "This is truly the pink fox's precious blood! This woman is our leader!"
Everyone immediately held their breaths and turned their gazes toward Roxanna. Most of them still couldn't believe that this woman was their tribe leader, the one who would kick someone if they dared ask for her blood, even if it was just a single drop.
"Th-then… let me have the blood! My leg is almost torn off!"
"Me too! Me too! Me too!"
