Cuckold?

Marco's words had not meant much to Solam at first. If they were not going to fight, then so be it. Even without anyone laying a hand on him, that guy who had been shot full of holes like a sieve would not last much longer.

Never mind anything else—just the bleeding alone would kill him. So many metal fragments had struck him; if not even a few arteries had been severed, then he had to be the bastard son of the goddess of luck.

But while Solam was not paying attention, he realized that something strange had slipped into Marco's words!

What did he mean by, "Did Groot really ever like you?"

That was my woman!

"I-I mean, Groot has already learned his lesson, he..." Marco felt incredibly stifled by Solam's question. From the very beginning, he had felt that Solam did not care much about what was happening before him, as if this conflict, which had already caused dozens of deaths and over a hundred injuries, was no more than children next door playing with mud made from pee—both childish and boring.

Someone had once said that the greatest contempt was indifference!

And that was exactly how Marco felt now. It made him feel as though all his efforts up to this point had been a joke.

But no matter how stifled he felt, Marco had no intention of provoking Solam further. Even if there was only a possibility, Marco did not want to risk it. So he could only honestly repeat what he had just said, but before he could finish, Solam interrupted him again.

"No, the sentence before that."

"The sentence before that?" Marco thought for a moment and said, "Miss Loris, Groot really does like..."

But Marco immediately stopped, because a possibility occurred to him.