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After that somewhat strange banquet ended, Solam immediately left the city that had made him feel so uncomfortable. As for the supplies, he had already had them delivered to the outskirts of Emmanuel. He had also informed Crimmor's noble council. Although the fact that there were only Tieflings on that land had somewhat surprised Crimmor City's nobles, they were only surprised for a moment.

The fact that intelligent life still survived in that wasteland was already a miracle. As for those inhabitants being Tieflings, that was not particularly strange. After all, aside from fringe races like Tieflings, ordinary intelligent races would not risk their lives by going there to live.

In short, after settling these matters, Solam hurried back onto the road...

"So Marco's real target was you?"

Solam looked at Isabella with a surprised expression.

Under Solam's gaze, Isabella gradually blushed.

"I... he..." Isabella was extremely nervous beneath Solam's surprised, slightly teasing gaze. She somehow felt as though she had been caught cheating, and inexplicably felt guilty.

"It was... he kept pestering me! I... I didn't do anything!"

"Oh..." To Isabella, Solam's response seemed loaded with hidden meaning.

"You have to believe me! I really don't feel anything for him. I rejected him, but he... still..."

In the end, Isabella could not continue. She only felt utterly wronged. She had only exchanged some polite pleasantries with that annoying Marco because she did not want to cause trouble for Solam. Yet not only did no one else understand her, even Solam did not understand. Isabella felt that all her painstaking efforts had gone to the dogs. She was so upset she was nearly crying...

"Hey, hey! Why are you acting wronged in front of me? Whatever's going on between you and Marco, you should explain it to your fiancé."