The villagers are taking care of the werewolf's corpse in the cemetery. Meanwhile, several people surrounded Velvet, continuing to worship the prophet.
"You're extraordinary, Miss Velvet!"
"This is God's will! If you don't come here, our village will be destroyed!"
"Hey, Miss Prophet, is there a chance for my daughter to be your partner? I guarantee that she will obey God very well!"
"Silence, all of you!" The village chief, a man with a chubby stomach and short stature gave a warning after coordinating with the men who had handled the werewolf's corpse. That man then grinned and rubbed his hands. "Today is my son's birthday. How about you join the party at our house tonight, Miss Velvet? We also invited an elemental dancer as entertainment!"
The prophet's chin dropped slightly, and Candice took over the conversation. "I think that's enough. Miss Velvet still has to do worship at the temple."
"You'll love this! You used to be a dancer, too, right?" The village head added.