But even though these people were terrified, they still did not let go of Archibald and his companion.
Their hands clutched at Archibald, trembling slightly, and John, with his acute senses, noticed that some of the villagers' legs were shaking with fear.
They looked at the fragments of a wedding dress on the ground as if they were staring at some monstrous flood or beast.
How strange...
If it was truly a god seeking a bride, and the so-called bride of the god became their plaything after the ritual, why were they so frightened of these brides?
Even these torn pieces of cloth evoked such fear.
John's face remained impassive, but he quietly took a step forward, causing the people behind him to retreat in panic.
"I advise you to drop whatever you're holding. Even if you go to the bride's courtyard, you won't be able to leave this place," the middle-aged captain said through clenched teeth, his voice harsh.
