Claire tightly clutched the end of her braid, her fingertips turning white.
"Village chief... When I get married, will I become like this too?"
"What?"
The village chief was counting firewood piles. When he heard her, he turned around with his usual smile, kindness in his eyes, completely unaware of the fear behind her words.
"Ah, my memory! You're Selene's friend. She speaks highly of you and specifically asked me to introduce you to this job. Of course, you'll get your share of the benefits, don't worry."
Claire shook her head, her voice trembling slightly.
"It's not about that... I'm not asking about subsidies."
"Then what is it?"
The old man was over sixty, yet he never understood a female's mind.
