Chapter 1777 by Marina Vittori

Reuben and Ambrose descended into a somber silence. Their heads were bowed, burdened by the weight of guilt. Tears traced down their cheeks.

Along their journey, they succumbed to the temptation of wealth, pleasure, and the heady allure of power.

While manipulating forces and wielding authority, they lost touch with the ideals that once guided them, metamorphosing into the very embodiment of the individuals they once scorned.

Did they harbor regret for their choices? Undoubtedly. Yet, redemption now seemed like an elusive pursuit. Once certain actions were taken, there was no turning back.

“Reuben, Ambrose, having committed such grave crimes, how should I deal with you?” Rufus suddenly inquired.

Reuben trembled as he spoke, “I acknowledge my profound guilt and am willing to atone with my life. I only ask Your Highness to spare the Vern family.

“Innocent lives will be spared, but those who have committed severe wrongs shall face death,” Rufus replied without turning around.

“Thank you, Your Highness!” Reuben managed a forced smile, bowing respectfully and hitting his head on the floor.

“Serving under Your Highness has been an honor. If I could turn back time, I would have strived to live an honorable life.

“Your Highness, take care. I will now seek redemption,” Reuben said, grabbing a guard’s sword and swiftly slashing his own throat.

Blood splattered across the hall as he collapsed, a look of relief on his face. “Mr. Vern!” Ambrose exclaimed, shocked by Reuben’s ruthless act.

He never expected such determination -a quick, unhesitant act of self- destruction. Unlike a seasoned soldier, he, a civilian, lacked the resolve to face death in such a manner.

“He left with dignity.” Rufus sighed, feeling a complex mix of emotions. Losing another of his former subordinates was a painful reminder of the dwindling numbers.

“Ambrose, your turn.” Rufus shifted his gaze to the visibly trembling Ambrose.

“Your Highness, have mercy! Have mercy on me!” Ambrose pleaded, bowing repeatedly.

“I’m old! Also, I only have a few years left. Please spare my life! I’m willing to resign as governor and donate all my wealth. I only ask for Your Highness’s mercy beyond the law!”

“Everyone must be accountable for their actions. Those who commit wrongs must face punishment,” Rufus shook his head.

“Princess! Princess, save me!” Ambrose turned to Eloise, desperately crying.

He went on, “I’ve been loyal for years. Please, in the name of our past bonds, spare my life. I promise to serve you wholeheartedly in the future!”

“Mr. Linden, it’s futile. Save yourself some dignity. If you don’t die, the Linden family won’t survive,” Eloise advised solemnly.

“Why? What have I done wrong?” Ambrose, his eyes red, shouted in frustration.

He added, “I’ve served as an official for over 20 years, toiling day and night. Now that I’ve finally climbed to a high position, why can’t I enjoy it?

“Those who died were just commoners! How can they be compared to me? Over these years, West Lucozia wouldn’t be as prosperous as it is today without my governance.

“Why should I be condemned for them? Rufus, have you lost your mind?”