"Hmph. If you don't even know, how am I supposed to?"
When Lea was carried out, her hands and feet were bound. Her hair had been hacked to pieces, and she was stark naked. It was obvious to everyone what had happened two nights ago.
They even knew to use rosemary. It had to be someone from the tribe.
The chief's expression grew darker and darker.
However, there was another man present whose expression was even uglier than the chief's.
It was the short man who had rushed into the sea of fire to save Lea.
With Lea in this state, if he married her now, he would become the laughingstock of the entire tribe.
But if he didn't marry her, the position of chief would be completely out of his reach.
'To hell with it. For the sake of that position, I'll endure being a laughingstock.'
The man finally decided to accept it, resigning himself to the inevitable shame. His gaze toward Lea turned hostile.
"We'll hold the ceremony in a few days and have you two married."
