Magical Adventure Book

[Chapter 30-2] Determination of the Fate of Margo

You guys still want to continue this story? Wh-wh-what for? Laugh at me for the stupidity I've done?

Damn it all of you!

Me, Yenz, and Leo, did manage to escape death. Manika helplessly bent her knees before me. Not because of a blow, or a shot that is faster than the shadow, but because of the deadly seduction of my supreme mandragun.

Yeah, not wrong. Manika Lethova, is the name of the beautiful girl with the eyes.

Surprising facts, which I should have guessed from the beginning. That the braided girl was the granddaughter of the chieftain, who was very dear and pampered. Not as I originally thought, when the clash with him had just begun.

That fact, became one of the most important points, which made me unable to retreat from this by accident event!

Let's be clear, we retreated to a moment ago, while still in the forest.

Not long after the dramatic shock of the three of us, Captain Sando came with some villagers.

Our position was again pushed, because they immediately put horses to attack, when they saw the existence of me, Leo, and the Biang Onar Yenz, in an area forbidden to foreigners.

For a moment, Manika darted with a machete in hand. He stuck his sharp blade at Sando's neck, which was twice his height.

"Let down your weapons, from targeting my future husband! Or, I guarantee there'll be a pool of blood flooding this forest." Manika firmly said.

Manika's words clearly made them shocked - including the real me. Moreover, the Elder Perota, who had just followed by being led by a villager, was well-built and muscular. Like a gym regular.

Surprised here, not in the sense of the hunchback grandpa ranting furiously and cursing at me. Forbidding hard, nor did it approve of our relationship, and then threatening to execute the pancung, if I didn't leave.

That's what I expected!

After confirming the matter of Manika's previous words, Elder Perota was silent for a moment. Just worry about me if Grandpa has a heart attack, to death stand up.

However, out of nowhere, the old man took off his wand, and pranced happily. Like a boy who has been bought a new toy of his dream.

From there I learned about the cultural customs of this tribe. They have a unique way of organizing a proposal event.

Not with the man sitting in front of the idol, then thrusting a golden ring, saying, "Would you marry me?"

Not at all like that!

In this tribe, if there is a guy who likes a girl, then he must fight with the idol, after stating his intentions to the girl's family.

The match ended in failure, if the guy lost against the girl in a match. However, if he could drop, then slip a flower in the ear of the girl, then it was decided that they would get married soon.

Actually it's not really a matter of. Especially if the couple likes each other. They will only wrestle for a while, then the virgin pretends to lose, so that her dream boy can attach flowers to the ears.

It became a big problem for the Elders of Perota, when Manika had entered adulthood, and was old enough to marry-eighteen years according to the size of the Tastal tribe.

Many are indeed men who sign up, to perform the unique ritual of application. However, as much as that, the candidates who gave up, fell under the ferocity of Manika.

More runyam again, not a single man was able to captivate his heart. In fact, after the age of Manika stepped twenty years, no man dared to propose to her. It was nothing, they were all afraid to face it first.

If you think about it in common sense, who are the guys who dare to wrestle against girls, who every day practice beating a big tree. Making a thick stem of the plant was coak beaten by him, until finally uprooted a few weeks later.

That's how little the story goes, which I got from some of the residents and the crew, as the three of us were told to wait inside the stilt house.

"Congratulations to you, Marg. I didn't think you could get a soul mate either." I glared at Yenz, who had just finished bandaging.

You have no brain! I got caught up in this, because of him, and he felt innocent!

I don't like Manika. She was my dream type of girl, but this was not what I had planned from the beginning.

At the very least, have a few courtship sessions, for us to get to know each other further.

Marry me! That's a big step. Much bigger than Neil Armstrong!

Marriage, is about living a new life, while I'm still fourteen! Not ready to do it at all! There are still goals and dreams that I want to achieve. So the champion of the Dopa game tournament for example.

Not about Margo. She is a thirty-six-year-old single om-om, who is supposed to be married. But, this is about me. Cute Zacky, who hasn't graduated from First High School!

Well ... I don't care, it's, if Margo married a girl, who was eleven years old. More than that does not matter, as long as the responsibility itself is at risk, if later EpBiAi comes to raid.

Honestly, from the bottom of my heart, I was happy with Margo and Manika's engagement. The thing is, if until the wedding happens, then I can't complete the mission given, how can I get out of here!?

The question kept me thinking, until Elder Perota came out of his room at the end of the room. Led by Captain Sando, who looked a little tired to keep pace with the old man's pace.

Be clear. Their body sizes are different.

It took almost three minutes for them to arrive in front of us who were already sitting cross-legged, at the other end of the room. Surrounded by crew, and male residents, to make sure we can't escape anymore.

It was impossible for us to do so, because my weapons and other items that were considered dangerous were confiscated by them.

However, not for the bag belonging to Yenz, who with my appeal, Malika finally willingly asked her grandfather, to keep the bag in the hands of Yenz. Of course after the stored explosives, handed over to the villagers.

I asked for it, just so that Yenz did not do anything further, because in his bag stored a magic box that is very valuable to him. I'm sure that until captured, he could have been recklessly bombarding the entire contents of this village, to get it back.

A thumping sound was heard from the mouth of the village leader. Make all eyes and attention, fixed on him.

From here the defining moment for Margo's life - and mine - will begin soon. Somehow the end of this conversation. I myself do not want much hope, because I am worried in determining the attitude.

If it is necessary to marry Malika, could it be that my mission to seek freedom and truth for Margo, could it be declared complete?