Madelyn heard this and smiled with a hint of complexity.
The martial contest to win a spouse had been her idea. At the time, she believed she was unbeatable among her peers.
In fact, her combat prowess was indeed terrifying, but she had been bested by Owen.
If she had honored the bet, perhaps Owen would have become her husband.
But she quickly smiled again, realizing that someone as exceptional as Owen could never be bound by a simple wager.
Even if she had agreed, Owen would likely have been drawn to someone as outstanding as Leslie.
Perhaps everything was already written in the stars, beyond anyone's control.
"That's why, you two coming together—I'm the most important matchmaker!"
Madelyn laughed at herself, brushing aside the topic.
Soon after, more people came over to offer brief congratulations to Owen and Leslie.
