His terrifying gaze caused the person to step back, their face turning pale.
"W-what are you saying? I was just suggesting a possibility, it doesn't mean it's true..." the person stammered. "Besides, it's not impossible. Tuo, can you guarantee the elder isn't thinking this way? Are you the elder?"
The elder glanced over, remaining silent.
The young man clenched his fists, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and was about to explode. But at that moment, a small, soft voice pierced the momentary silence inside the longhouse:
"Stop arguing——!"
The door had somehow been opened.
Funiya, dressed in a linen dress, stood outside the door. The little girl tightly clenched her fists, using all her might to shout with her eyes closed——
"Everyone, stop arguing..."
She opened her eyes, the deep green filled with a plea, tears streaming down uncontrollably. The tearful girl looked at everyone in the longhouse and sobbed, "I'm sorry, Dad, Grandpa, I'm sorry, it's all Funiya's fault..."
