"Whether you like it or not… I am your Chief now."
Latanya's words traveled across the room like a knife as it pierced the ears of the Locals. They could only watch her as she slowly sat on the Chief's chair. "...Not as comfortable as I remembered it--"
"I… I don't accept you as my Chief!"
"Me too!"
"We don't even know you and you're a barbarian!"
"...Without us taking your side, all of you would have died."
"That--"
"Then do you want to go to war again? I would gladly take this seat forcefully if you want it that way."
The Locals in the room could only shut their mouths as Latanya's sharp words continued to cut the deepest parts of their hearts. What she said made sense, if an all-out war happened between them and the Prisoners, they would have been decimated.
But still…
"N… no one will accept you as Chi--"
"Ghost!"
