A sinking suspicion started to grow in the Queen's heart. Darius and the others were right. Darren was a convict from the Day Rise Principality and seemed close with the woman who tried to impersonate the Goddess of Light. She should be wary of him.
"Your Majesty, would I help you fend off Vernon's if I'm really planning to hurt you? Besides, my life is in your hands now. I'll be sentenced to death if I poison you," Darryl explained when he saw the Queen's expression.
The Queen pondered his words. After ten seconds or so, the Queen nodded. "Fine, I'll believe you this one time." Then she took the pill from Darryl and ingested it while Darius panicked.
The royal guards waited with bated breath for the medicine to take effect. They started to position themselves around Darryl, closing any path of escape for him. They would lob his head off if the Queen showed even the tiniest sign of discomfort. Darryl, to his credit, was not worried about the pill's efficacy at all.
Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and everyone could visibly see the colors coming back to the Queen's cheek. The Queen smiled and said, "I feel so much better! The pill is truly remarkable."
Darius and the royal guards were stunned at how fast the medicine worked. The Queen's eyes darkened as she asked Darryl gravely, "I must ask, what is your relationship with the Goddess of Light and what part did you play with the Day Rise Principality using a fake Goddess of Light as an excuse to start a war?"
The Queen's tone, though gentle, was also imbued with an over-domineering aura.
Darryl took a deep breath before answering. "The fake Goddess of Light's name is Yuri. She used to be a friend of mine, but we had lost contact, so I have no idea why she did that. But I'm sure she has her reasons." He continued with his stories, choosing to omit the part about how he and Yuri were from another world. He was sure he would be thrown into a loony bin if he told them that.
The Queen nodded when Darryl had finished telling his story. "I see. If that's the case, I will let that matter slide. I hereby bestow you the position of a front guard. Do you pledge your loyalty to me?" She had decided to keep a talent like him close by her side.
Under the Queen's watchful gaze, Darryl nodded. "Thank you, Your Majesty. It is my honor to stay and serve you," he said with all seriousness as joy filled his heart. That solved the problem of him finding a way to stay in the palace in his search for the Holy Jade Scripture.
Darius and the royal guards could not believe their ears. Did Her Majesty make Darryl a front guard?
"Your Majesty, this person is a convict. It seems a little ill-advised to make him a front guard," Darius said. The royal guards nodded too. After all, Darryl was only a saint king. He was not qualified to be a front guard.
"Do I need your permission to do what I want? Leave now!" the Queen shouted with anger written all over her face.
Seeing the Queen's anger, Darius began to tremble in his boots. "Your Majesty, please forgive me!" he said while the royal guards had been struck silent by the outburst.
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