"Thank you, I can walk on my own." Delphine quickened her pace forward, but her arm was abruptly grabbed.
Griffith Squire's voice had lost its usual air of casual arrogance, and he said calmly, "Within a year, the Leclair Family will inevitably descend into chaos. Staying there will only make you cannon fodder. Delphine, what I told you five years ago still holds true."
Delphine stared at the nearby mansion doors, then slowly pulled her arm back. Lowering her gaze, she said softly, "I want to witness the Leclair Estate's downfall."
From the moment she walked into that red house at the age of fifteen, her life had followed a path of thorns and no return. Either she'd collapse in exhaustion, her blood pouring out, or she'd watch the palace at the end of the road crumble into ruins. There was no other path to take.
