Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther)
Chapter 1731: Taking One's Own Life in Front of Him

Chapter 1731: Taking One's Own Life in Front of Him

On the other side, Darrin chased after Grizela for quite a distance before finding her.

He saw Grizela standing by a small river, angrily kicking a tree. The branches shook violently under her kicks, and the tender green leaves fell to the ground.

"Keep kicking, and you'll strip the bark off the tree. Why get angry with a tree? Trees also have feelings, and they can feel pain," Darrin approached Grizela from behind, his voice teasing.

Despite Grizela's strength as the captain of the Royal Guards, deep down she was still a girl. Her current display of throwing a tantrum was adorable. Darrin couldn't help but look at her a little more. Grizela turned her head, glaring at Darrin. "What's it to you? Don't meddle in our affairs. Stay away from our Highness."

Darrin raised an eyebrow, displeased. "It was your Highness who sought us out first. Obviously, he wants to cooperate with our young marshal. Or perhaps seek our help. Is this how you ask for help? You came to Pascaylia with a purpose, didn't you?"

Grizela suddenly kicked at Darrin.

"Who's asking for help? We're the ones who can help you. Your young marshal is in a predicament, and our Highness can't bear to see it. That's why he's willing to lend a hand. Don't get too proud," Grizela retorted.

Darrin agilely dodged Grizela's attack.

"You, always resorting to physical attacks when things don't go your way? You're too wild. No man would dare marry you," Darrin replied disdainfully, staring back at Grizela.

Grizela became even more furious.

"Who wants to get married? Besides our Highness, all other men are trash. I have no interest in them," Grizela retorted.

Her words hit a nerve with Darrin, making him feel a suffocating sensation in his chest, an uncomfortable feeling he couldn't quite put into words.

He glanced at Grizela. "Do you like Reuben? Do you like your master?"

Grizela frowned. "Don't talk nonsense. I am loyal to our Highness. My only wish in this life is for our Highness to ascend to the throne and redeem his family's honor."

"Oh, your Highness doesn't seem to be doing well in Rohomes," Darrin realized. "He looks so glamorous, but apparently, his life there isn't as rosy."

Grizela fell silent.

After a moment, she shook her head. "It's not like that. Life in the royal family is extremely difficult. There are countless rules and restrictions. From attending events to eating and sleeping, we can't act as we please. There are countless eyes watching us, and the slightest mistake can be used against us, escalating conflicts. Every small mistake has the potential to cost innocent lives. Our Highness is a completely different person in Rohomes compared to how he is now. Only when he escaped that environment did he become his true self."

"If it's so restrictive and uncomfortable, why do you still want him to reach the pinnacle of power? Wouldn't it be better if he lived a carefree and happy life?" Darrin couldn't understand. Because Joyce didn't want to be constrained by the warlords, didn training, or stay under their control. She would rather live freely in Khebury. The choice was hers, and if she didn't like it, why force it?

Grizela glared at Darrin, her eyes full of disdain. "You don't understand anything. A tree desires tranquility, but the wind doesn't stop. You say you have no ambition, but will others believe you? If it were really that simple, why would our Highness's mother end up in a mental hospital..."

She realized she had said too much and quickly stopped, furrowing her brow without saying another word.

"Could there be some hidden situation? Was she deliberately targeted by someone? Was she forced into a mental hospital?" Darrin probed. Because Reuben had become emotional when Grizela mentioned his mother, he speculated that there must be more to the story.

Grizela was impatient. "It's none of your business. If our Highness wants to tell your young marshal, he will. I won't meddle. In any case, to resolve these problems, one must reach the pinnacle of power. The one who holds the game can set the rules. Otherwise, it's a matter of either you die or I live."

Darrin nodded lightly, starting to understand their predicament.

"Go back now. Your Highness didn't yell at you on purpose."

Grizela lifted her foot and kicked a fewpebbles away.

As the pebbles fell into the small river, ripples spread out in circles, shimmering golden in the sunlight, and Grizela's mood gradually calmed down.

"I know that. I will definitely help our Highness ascend to the throne. Otherwise, I would take my own life in front of him! I would offer my life as an apology," Grizela said, no longer sulking. She turned around and walked back quickly.

Darrin watched Grizela's retreating figure and couldn't help but feel moved. It was said that Rohomes warriors were fiercely loyal, and it was true. Once they recognized a master, they remained unwavering until death.

When Grizela returned to the gathering, Joyce and Reuben had finished their conversation. After bidding farewell, Joyce and Darrin left together.

On the way, Joyce relayed everything Reuben had said to Darrin.

Darrin also shared the speculative information he had obtained from Grizela.

The two of them discussed for a while inside the car.

Joyce said to Darrin, "Today, Reuben didn't mention any specific requests. But I have a feeling that he seems to need my help, perhaps due to my background as a warlord."

Darrin nodded. "I have the same feeling. Actually, it would be beneficial for us if we could help Reuben ascend to the throne. Think about it, Rohomes is our neighboring country. If the future Emperor becomes friendly with us, and Pascaylia remains under the control of the warlords, it would greatly contribute to the peace between our two nations. Moreover, if you, Young Marshal, were to achieve a significant accomplishment while you're not in the Capital, it would provide a more solid foundation for your future control over the warlords. Decades of peace are within reach."

Joyce glanced at Darrin. "You think far ahead."

Darrin scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed.

For some reason, Grizela's earlier statement, "If Reuben can't succeed to the throne, I would take my own life in front of him," made him extremely uncomfortable.

The thought of Grizela possibly losing her life because of this deeply troubled him. Well, if it was within their capabilities, helping Reuben ascend the throne could also benefit them. After all, they wouldn't suffer any losses.

"You're right. We can help with this. Only when Reuben ascends the throne can we completely eradicate OGW. After all, OGW and Clint are on the same front. If one rises, the other rises; if one falls, the other falls. However, things won't be as easy as we imagine. I've experienced OGW's capabilities before. They are highly infiltrative. Even Otis died at their hands. We must not underestimate them," Joyce analyzed. "Let's analyze the situation calmly before making any conclusions."

"Young Marshal is right," Darrin agreed.

As they spoke, they had already arrived back at the Warner residence.

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