Chapter 7

“Because pretty things need to be paid for by her face.”

At that moment, she doubted her ears. As soon as I was about to ask for it again, the village chief went to get her attention by coughing in vain.

“Ariste.”

“Yeah.”

Ariste turned towards where the chief stands.

“Please speak.”

“I have something to say to you.”

What would the village chief have to say to find her in person? Why did her heart pound like this? Did they come to her just to throw her out now? Since she settled in this village, she always feels anxiety that goes all the way to her head.

No way. Now? Seven years had passed, no way. Even if she wasn’t born here, did they really have to get rid of her in the morning?

It was when she was struggling hard to suppress her anxiety– “You’re still making up for the emergency food for this winter. And I didn’t receive your food.” The Village chief’s voice was harder than ever.

“That’s…soon, I’ll make an ointment with medical herbs.”

“The village needs food. Until now, only you have been in this situation.”

Mrs. Reed stepped in– “Whenever you want, you always have food in the village for free.”

“I never got it for free,” Ariste spoke firmly and looked up…she wasn’t a useless one, she really wasn’t.

“I do the treatment and I make all the medicines.”

Although they paid a certain amount of money, it was infinitely cheap. If someone said she was sick, the girl would surely seek her. So there was no reason to hear this now.

“Well, yes. But you couldn’t even live here in the first place without such skill, uh.”

Mrs. Reed stood up with a nice expression and quietly gave her words that made her heart squeeze.

“That’s why…how about you take care of the village by getting married?”

Understanding what Mrs. Reed was saying was very difficult. Ariste looked at her with confused eyes.

“To the village chief.”

Thud. The basket she was holding in her hand fell to the floor. The potatoes inside fell to the floor, a plump potato rolled.

“That’s…what do you mean?” At the thought that something was wrong, Ariste closed and opened her eyes several times. No way, it doesn’t mean that right? She reassured herself. But Mrs. Reed spoke again.

“Literally what it meant.”

Mrs. Reed laughed “ho-ho” beside her. “You become the village chief’s wife.”

“The madam?…”

“Yes, the mistress of the village. It’s not a lousy marriage.”

“What are you talking about? The village chief is older than my father.”

*cough*

She heard the village chief cough. Mrs. Reed looked at the village chief and whispered to Ariste with a low voice.

“Shh…don’t say that. You can’t say that or you will sound like a child. You’re old enough to marry now. It is very difficult to care for you forever.” Some sort of reproof was hidden behind Mrs. Reed’s voice, as if this was all caused by her.

Ariste was stunned over this barrel.

(Over a Barrel – idiom meaning “to be in predicament, or helpless situation where others are in control.)

“If you can’t pay your share, you have to make a family. If you meet a strong husband, you will live more comfortably as well.”

“And it’s the Village Chief.”

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