"Um... Zuu! I already have many wives..."
"Zu?! This is a tribal alliance! I'm offering my sister to marry you, to become one of your wives... Are you going to refuse?..."
Bei Yu Nizhao frowned, looking somewhat displeased. Even Bei Yu Baishan couldn't help but look up, feeling aggrieved and on the verge of tears. In such an alliance ceremony, in front of so many Ainu people, how could one refuse?...
"Ah! Another political marriage..."
Zuwaro sighed helplessly, and could only take the grass chain of wild millet to place it around the neck of the graceful and elegant maiden. In that moment, in his already crowded mind, another image of an Ainu girl was added. It felt as if another rope had been tied around him, binding him even tighter to this Northern Continent, making it impossible to return to the highlands...
"Divine Might of protection! Wild millet and barnyard grass, man and woman! Divine Might has strung them and us together!..."
