“Hahaha! It’s the first time I’ve ever seen such a wonderful statue!”

“I put some effort behind it.”

In a conference room located inside the village hall of the One-horn Tribe, there was a long table extending in the center of the hall. The Martial King and Henova were laughing out loud as they found everything so much fun.

“Maybe…”

“Tell me.”

“Could you also…”

Henova tilted his head with a curious expression, causing the Martial King to let his voice trail off. But soon, Henova realized the meaning of the Martial King’s words and smiled broadly. “That shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Oh! Our esteemed Henova is so skilled and thoughtful.”

“It should be bigger and grander in scale than the groom and bride’s statue, no?”

“Then, if possible, it should be about one or three times larger. Place it in the tribe’s central area and set up a monument and a fountain next to it…!” 

“Father! Please stop!” While listening to their conversation, Edora was unable to bear the shame any longer. She screamed out and cut off her father. Her face had already turned beet red.

From wedding invitations to statues, her clan members’ efforts and commemoration of her wedding drove Edora crazy. If they were going to play a prank, then they should know how far they should go, but what the heck is this…! The problem for Edora was that...