Dustin frowned slightly. “Then, who do you think is most suitable to be the next ruler among your brothers?
“Trying to get me to talk now, huh?”
Grace chuckled lightly. “Since Father presented this question to you, you should find the answer yourself. I won’t be able to help.”
“You’re pretty incompetent as a Regal Observatory disciple!” Dustin shook his head helplessly. The nation’s fate was going to be impacted by choosing a successor. Dustin never expected such a heavy responsibility to fall on his shoulders.
The key matter was that no matter who he chose, he would inevitably offend the other powerful princes. He would land himself in trouble if that were to happen.
“There’s no need to be so anxious. Father gave you time to think about it. You can observe them carefully before deciding which prince has better potential or perhaps aligns better with the West Lucozian monarchy,” Grace said meaningfully.
“What a bother.” Dustin sighed. He could feel a headache coming on.
“Oh, by the way, I have another question.”
Dustin suddenly thought of something and asked, “Why do you always wear a veil? Is there something you’re hiding when you’re ranked at the top of the Beauty Ranking?”
“My appearance brings a lot of trouble, so it’s better to keep it covered. Of course, if you wish, I can let you have a look. I’m just not sure if you’re brave enough to do it,” Grace said with a smirk.
“There’s nothing I haven’t gone through. Did you think I’d be afraid to look at you? What a joke!” Dustin scoffed.
“Are you sure you want to look?” Grace asked again.
“Of course! I don’t believe that you’ll be able to scare me!” Dustin said defiantly.
“Alright, then you can lift the veil yourself and reveal my true face.” Grace smiled meaningfully.
“But I’ve sworn that I must marry anyone who personally lifts my veil and sees my face.”
“What?” Dustin quickly retracted his hand in fright when he heard her. ”
Forget about it. I change my mind. Just take me back home so I can sleep.”
“Pfft, look at you.” Grace chuckled. Logan turned out to be more interesting than she had thought.
It was late at night when Dustin and Grace walked out of the palace gates. Suddenly, a group of people appeared at the corner ahead.
The person leading the group was a middle-aged man dressed in traditional attire who carried himself differently. The guards behind him were no ordinary people either. They appeared to be highly skilled martial artists.
“Greetings, Your Royal Highness, Princess Grace. Greetings, Your Highness, Prince Logan. My name is Milton Dyer.” The middle-aged man took the lead, bowing respectfully to both Dustin and Grace.
While his manners were impeccable, his simple introduction left both of them stunned. They had disguised themselves before entering Aylka and stealthily made their journey without alerting anyone.
How could they be intercepted as soon as they walked out of the palace gates? Milton had also confidently addressed them by their titles, seemingly knowing them well.
Aylka was truly filled with extraordinary individuals.
“Who are you?” Grace asked.
“Princess Grace, I’m His Royal Highness, Prince Tristan’s personal attendant. I’ve been sent here specifically to invite the Prince of West Lucozia to a meeting at Prince Tristan’s residence,” Milton replied with his head lowered.
“Prince Tristan?” Dustin and Grace exchanged glances, both having a sense of what this might entail.
The fact that Tristan was able to receive news that quickly and make the necessary arrangements meant that he had planted someone in Galene Palace.
This was a line that a prince shouldn’t have crossed.
