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Chapter 269 Ozler's Journey 4

Catherine felt Leila's shoulders slowly becoming tense under her fingers, and she couldn't help but find it a little funny. She had just praised her parents for their love, and then she accidentally ran into the couple quarreling. The girl must be at a loss now.

As expected, Leila turned her head and looked at Catherine with her big eyes, looking a little flustered, and kept motioning at her.

Catherine understood what she meant. She was asking herself whether she should avoid and leave, but Catherine put her finger on her lips and made a gesture of silence. Only then did Leila dare not move.

"Cynthia, what's going on? Maybe I can stay longer this time. You can have a good rest this winter. I will go to the East Coast myself..." As William spoke, he walked up and tried to hold his wife's hand, but she dodged him again.

The footsteps above their heads moved to the right, and Catherine and Leila turned their heads at the same time.

Cynthia looked at the man in front of her with mixed feelings, and said in a hard tone, "No need, Claire and I... and my students can handle it."

After these words came out, William finally realized that their conflict had returned to the starting point—“Cynthia, you don’t need to be like this…”

Trapping myself here in this self-abuse way.

"I heard a very interesting story from Catherine the other day, about—" Cynthia looked straight into William's eyes.

"dragon."

Leila felt that Catherine beside her suddenly stood up straight, as if she didn't want to miss any information.

William immediately understood that this was the reason why Cynthia had always been so cold in the past few days.

"Cynthia... I, you know I couldn't do anything—"

"It's not that you don't have a solution." Cynthia interrupted him coldly, "You just chose the fastest way to drag Goletia into the battle."

Catherine looked confused. She wondered what her mother and father were talking about. She thought they would talk about the secrets of the dragon clan, so why did they suddenly mention Gloria?

"Golatia has always been in the battle. It was built for this purpose." William looked at the rain outside the corridor. The rain was getting heavier.

"That was a thousand years ago!" Cynthia said in a sad tone. "After the Holy War, the situation of each race changed drastically. The elves retreated to the deep forests, the mermaids hid in the deep sea, and the orcs experienced several conflicts before they avoided becoming slaves. The fate of their ancestors made them no longer want to get involved in the disputes of the Gaia Empire, but you, you——"

Her voice became choked.

"Professor Antonio was also my teacher! But you deliberately spread the news that there were traces of a giant dragon in the direction of Ozler. It was because of me that he felt relieved to send all the students of that class to Ozler for training. What was the result? William? What was the result?!"

William's throat twitched, but he didn't say anything. He knew that no matter what, this was a pain that his wife's heart would never get rid of, so he let her vent on him.

"Those kids were totally unprepared to face the enemy from the void, and were almost wiped out!"

"If it weren't for this, Gloria would never have cooperated with us. I had no choice given the situation at the time." William took a deep breath. Hatred is the best driving force. Now that they have a common enemy, the connection is getting closer and closer.

Catherine and Leila, who were in the corridor, were so shocked by the news that they dared not breathe.

"I am also trying to make up for it. We have never owed Goletia any subsidies over the years. The Guardian System is to ensure the safety of more magicians—"

"Tsk." Cynthia sneered, "You call this making amends?"

"Yes, you have no choice. You are a kind and compassionate brother who can't bear to embarrass his brother."

"Cynthia." William pleaded, "If it weren't for George, we would have no chance of being together. Didn't you think so in the early years?"

When they strolled on the beach or walked in the woods under the moonlight, they were so grateful that there were so many people around them to help and support them.

Cynthia laughed softly.

"Yes... so, it's all my fault." She dodged William's approach again, wiped her tears and said, "If it weren't for me, you would have become a high and mighty king, and you wouldn't be constrained by the church. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have had the opportunity to deceive Goletia's teachers and students and let them die here."

"From then on, the East Coast became my responsibility and my home." Cynthia's voice was resolute and somewhat self-destructive. No matter whether the situation on the East Coast was good or bad, she would always be at the forefront.

"Don't say such things, Cynthia. It's not just your responsibility. We are husband and wife, and it's my responsibility as well." William's voice was flustered and tired. He never regretted his decisions, but seeing his wife's tears broke his heart.

Cynthia's voice was no longer high-pitched, and with the rain pouring down, Catherine could hardly hear her voice.

"Over the years, we have sometimes fought together, sometimes fought alone, and sometimes even fought against each other...

Maybe marriage is just that bad, William, and I think we are both lost in this relationship."

"No, I never--" William defended hastily.

"Yeah, luckily you found yourself first - a Bishop."

Cold, utilitarian, calculating, a member of the royal family.

"...I often wonder if the you I fell in love with was the real you, William? Did those discussions about ideals, classes, and magic revolutions, those music and poems really exist?"

Why are humans so complicated? Cynthia has lived for decades and still can't figure it out. She finally understands why the witch godmother repeatedly warned them not to fall in love with humans.

Such words made William feel as if he was drowning and having difficulty breathing. He looked at his wife opposite him. The wind brought rain into the wooden corridor. Her hair and face were stained with moisture. She looked like she was about to break. The last time she looked like this was when she knew about the accident that happened to Gloria's student.

"We shouldn't dwell on the past, Cynthia. War always involves sacrifices, and that's unavoidable..."

These words failed to impress Cynthia, she still glared at him coldly.

Well, William took a deep breath - "Think about our children, Cynthia, think about Catherine."

Hearing her daughter's name, Cynthia's expression finally changed a little.

"You can say I am cold-blooded and selfish, but for the sake of our daughter and for these children to live in a safe and stable world in the future, I have no regrets."

Cynthia was speechless for a long while.

"I just hope that she won't be like you..." She said softly.

Duke William felt a pain in his heart and suddenly found it difficult to breathe. He reached out to hold the railing of the wooden corridor to keep his balance.

"You go back and rest. I, I'll go take a look." He spoke nonsense and quickly left the arcade.

Catherine held Leila still without moving, until a long time later, she finally heard the sound of her mother's footsteps gradually fading away above her head. She finally let out a breath and turned to look at the stunned little knight.

"See, there's nothing to envy."