While Orion and Hilda took another step forward in their relationship, a certain aborigine woman—one who had been in between them—felt like she was facing a death sentence.
Her eyes were red and her body gave off a tired aura from crying so much the previous night.
They had to use very expensive makeup—bought from a very distant City, brought here by the City's Post Office—to cover up the signs.
It was not helping that a hateful woman was chattering right next to her ear.
"Sigh, my dear daughter, you shouldn't look like this is a curse. This alliance will help us out so much," she said, looking at her as if she were an elder. "You must be perfect."
Octavia looked at the woman in front of her. She was young and beautiful, her brilliant red hair cascading down her shoulders. The way she touched her bulging belly made her appear especially gentle, like someone destined to be a mother.
