Nana’s screams filled Motochika’s ears, only to be slowly drowned out by the ringing that came afterward, then he was back on the ground.
“You don’t need a material object to make a marriage true.”
Nana and the rest stood around like they had been seconds before he had made his escape, again, no one seeming to notice the change; all except for one difference. Ren slumped in the mans grasp, collapsing to his knees as his nose gushed blood, the boy looking pale as he breathed raggedly, but no one had touched him.