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"Hey, you know, it's been more than a month now." Lucille casually informed the person sitting at its working station as if it was not bothered by Lucille's existence and replied to her reluctantly, "Really? time flies."

"I never thought that you'd be this stubborn."

"I never thought that you'd be this persistent as well."

"Lucille."

"Yep." Lucilled smirked and looked at the other person smugly. "That's my name."

Jessa, chief of the Tamahaling tribe, squinted her eyes as he looked at Lucille.

Lucille wasn't bothered by her gaze and continued to leisurely lie around the chief's bed.

"You give us your supply. You will need it soon, so don't waste more time and tell us who is your master."

"Jessa, aren't you tired of repeating the same thing every day?"

"I won't stop unless you help us. Aren't you concerned about our own tribe? Does this master have more importance than our dying tribe?"

"Yes and no."