章節 102: A Lively Little Fish

It took an entire night for Dahlia and Sullivan to safely arrive in the territory of the Wonjon Tribe. Exhaustion washed over Dahlia as she glanced up at Sullivan. "I'm starving. Can we eat something first?"

Sullivan sighed, glancing at the winding path ahead. "Did you not hear me? We still have a few miles to travel before we reach the market. We can eat there," he replied, frustration creeping into his voice.

Dahlia leaned against him, resting her head on his chest. "I don't have any strength left," she murmured softly, her fatigue evident.

Sullivan rolled his eyes, gently pushing her away. "I warned you not to run around on the ship last night. Now, you can either walk or stay here," he said firmly, trying to muster some semblance of authority.

With a sigh of defeat, Dahlia slumped to the ground, ignoring the dust that clung to her skirt.