FORSYTHIA’S POV
“Luna, please say that again.” Ronald looked at me as if I were a strange creature.
The thing was, I went inside and asked to speak in my capacity as a Luna. I wanted the group of refugees to stay, of course, but only after investigating everything properly. And Ronald responded to me.
“The Luna said that she voted to let them stay. Does it seem like your ears are no longer as good as Joelton's? Do you want to cut down on your workload?” Mak smiled as he helped me into a chair.
All right, this matter seemed weird, but I liked that Mak took care of me in front of the elders, who were still standing with offended expressions.
“Now we return to the matter of the reasons why we cannot let them join—if they fully meet the criteria, of course.” Mak placed his hand on my shou
