Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva

"I can't guess, I've been staying in the cave working for them, hardly ever going outside." He looked completely devoid of combat ability, no wonder the members of this settlement weren't worried about him escaping.

"Oh, I see..." Tilan thought for a moment.

"Do you know what's deep in the settlement cave underground? It seems quite unusual there."

"There? That should be the cold storage, right? Although I maintain the refrigeration equipment daily, I don't have the key to the door, it's always been with the two chefs."

Hearing this, Tilan looked up, and soon a member searched for the keys from the chefs.

"Is this the key?" The key was silvery-gray, slightly coarse.

"That's right, it's this one. I've seen the chef uncle use it, and he secretly gave me extra meat." Thinking about his experiences over the past six months, the young man in the white shirt felt a lot of emotions.

"Let's go down and take a look." Tilan stood up, letting several members accompany the young man in the white shirt, with a few holding torches walking in front.

The passage leading to the underground cold storage was rather long and winding, very different in style from the upper parts. Seeing the smoothness of the walls on the side, one couldn't help but suspect that the underground warehouse might have been there first, with the settlement cave above added later.

Several minutes later, they stopped in front of the thickly sealed door, and the young man in the white shirt nervously inserted the key, twisting it back and forth. Soon, with a faint sound, the door slowly opened, revealing the stored cold air inside.

They were met with hanging animal carcasses and deboned meat chunks, all frozen solid. As they proceeded inside, there were also some bagged viscera in the corner, seemingly unpopular since they were rarely eaten, with especially thick ice on top.

The members behind Tilan stepped out, carefully searching the nearly hundred-square-meter cold storage, returning shortly after.

"Didn't find anything special, but..." One member hesitated, only to be tapped on the hand by his companion, shaking his head at him.

"Nothing, Master Hexia, just some frozen meat."

What exactly were they so obviously hiding from her? Judging by their behavior, it seemed like it was for her own good. The girl felt a bit puzzled and couldn't help wanting to understand clearly.

"Just say it, don't beat around the bush."

"This..." The group looked a bit hesitant.

"Never mind, let me do it." Guy walked over, whispering softly a few words into Tilan's ear.

After that, Tilan's gaze shifted over the hanging meat chunks inside the cold storage, her eyes scanning over some details before moving her gaze away.

"I see..." Her voice slightly dropped, no longer questioning why the group.

"However." She then raised her head again, looking directly at the wall on the far side of the cold storage.

"There should be another passage here." After saying that, she stepped forward slowly, pressing her fingers lightly against the wall covered in ice.

Then, as if by magic, the ice covering the entire wall instantly melted, turning into water and gliding down, revealing the faint cracks on the wall.

Tilan blinked her eyes, faint, barely visible cold light emerging from her fingertips, gently gliding over the wall. Several seconds later, a person-high gap in the wall fell, exposing the space inside.

"What is this?" Everyone curiously looked inside.

Inside was a four-meter long metal-structured passage, with an iron door on each side. Judging by the rust and various unremoved graffiti and waste paper, it had been there for quite some time. Tilan approached an iron door, gripped the door handle, turned the valve on top, and then the iron door opened, revealing an extremely narrow little room inside.

A faintly glowing fluorescent tube was tied to the ceiling with wire, and in that almost invisible dim light, a figure with furry moth wings knelt between the worn-out blankets and plush fabrics. Tilan's fingertips exuded small spheres emitting soft light, illuminating that pair of anxious and frightened blue eyes as they floated closer.

Her figure was voluptuous but not tall, wearing extremely simple clothes, or perhaps it would be more accurate to call it a tattered piece of cloth. Although the clothes and condition were extremely basic, the snow-white plush wings extending from her back resembled enlarged moth wings, with fluffy tufted roots and slightly smoother wing tips, with traces of what seemed like scales, keeping her body clean and free from dampness and odors.

Although she might not be as tall as Tilan at first glance, the snow-white moth wings draped like a cape combined with her voluptuous curves always give the impression of maturity, yet still maintain a certain petite and cute appearance.

Under the light of the floating spheres, the most stunning aspect was her silvery snow-like beautiful hair, carrying the charm of rare treasures.

"Is this... the Silkworm Moth Species?" Flan looked at the kneeling figure on the ground, shocked and surprised, having only seen descriptions of this species in records.

"Yes, this is the Silkworm Moth Species." Guy stepped forward, crouching down cautiously to examine the frightened and retreating figure.

"It's said that all Silkworm Moth Species have their aggression removed during gene design. They don't dare to resist anyone's orders and fear any bloody scenes. Their hair is considered the finest silk, very aesthetically pleasing with a self-clean effect, and they've been popular among all newborn races in the past."

"At the same time, their body organs can adapt to any humanoid species, without causing rejection. If you wish to use her to save someone, she would gladly oblige, feeling useful."

"No matter how you mistreat them, as long as you give them a little encouragement or reward, they would forget the pain you inflicted."

"A thousand years ago, many newborn races used to keep these Silkworm Moth Species. They were considered the best livestock and maids, but later the situation deteriorated, and various forces didn't have the resources to keep them anymore."

"Are the Silkworm Moth Species intelligent?" Tilan also moved to the front of this frightened Silkworm Moth Species, bending down cautiously, reaching out to show goodwill.

"Yes indeed, according to the records in the association's library, the intelligence of the Silkworm Moth Species is about the same as a normal human, perhaps even slightly smarter, but no one teaches them much knowledge." Flan recalled what he had learned before.

"Can you understand what I'm saying?" Tilan blinked softly, her fingers touching the Silkworm Moth Species' withdrawn hand gently, striving to convey soft goodwill to her.

It seemed like this Silkworm Moth Species was especially attuned to emotional awareness activities, sensing the goodwill released by the girl before her. She no longer felt as tense and anxious as before, her wide eyes looking at the girl as if wanting to remember this face.

"I am Orenna, are you... my new master?"