"Jenna!"
They turned to the side to see the village head hurrying toward them, relief written all over his face.
"Jenna! Thank the Iron Father—I thought I lost you!"
He pulled her into a crushing embrace the moment he reached her.
"…father…"
A flicker of emotion passed through Jenna's eyes, but she relaxed into the hug and returned it.
"Jenna…"
A moment later, Guren approached as well. His fists were clenched tightly as he lowered his head, as though weighed down by disappointment.
"I'm really sorry, father… Jenna. I couldn't stop it. I should have… I should have…"
Zephyrion held back a frown.
'He's faking.'
His clenched fists and twisted expression painted the image of regret, but his eyes told a completely different story. No matter how skilled one was at pretending, the eyes were the hardest to change.
"Guren…" The village head pulled away from Jenna at once and stepped toward him, placing both hands on his shoulders as he spoke gently.
