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Rafael, commander of the Hell Monarch Army, remained close to the capital even during peacetime. Military duties, including frequent training exercises, kept him constantly occupied. How could he possibly also serve as Minister of Justice?

The Ministry of Justice oversaw criminal cases, reviewed death sentences, and handled numerous administrative legal matters. A military general appointed Minister of Justice? And given command of the Mystic Army as well? With his civilian and military responsibilities, plus his command of the Hell Monarch Army, how could he manage it all?

He said indifferently, “I’ve already relinquished my military seal and authority. Oliver Prince will now command the Hell Monarch Army.”

Oliver Prince? Carissa knew him. The Earl of Silverstone, once a highly influential military figure, was now reclusive after a battle injury prevented him from frontline combat. He had inherited his grandfather's title and lived a quiet life.

His household seemed headed for decline. Yet, Salvador had unexpectedly elevated him. Why appoint a disabled general to command the Hell Monarch Army, especially now, after Rafael’s victorious return? Even relinquishing his seal didn't mean he couldn't remain commander.

As Carissa considered this, she blurted out, “Is His Majesty wary of you?”

Rafael’s eyes were deep. “It’s not wariness—he simply wants to avoid rumors or misunderstandings that could damage our brotherly bond.”

Carissa understood, but remained confused. “Then why did you marry me? If His Majesty is wary of you, marrying me would only worsen things.”

She was the daughter of the Duke of Northwatch, a respected general herself, loyal to the troops and highly regarded by the Hell Monarch Army, the Mystic Army, and even the Sinclair Army, which her father had once led. Rafael had relinquished his authority to ease Salvador's concerns, but marrying her—even after giving up command—hardly guaranteed Salvador's peace of mind. Was there something she didn't know? And did this relate to Salvador’s edict that she marry within three months?

Rafael, knowing she was perceptive, explained, “No matter whom I marry, my brother will think what he thinks. Given my status, could I possibly marry a commoner or the daughter of a low-ranking official?”

While the reasoning made sense, Carissa felt it wasn't the whole story. She could lead troops, something few noblewomen could do; marrying her was riskier for him.

“Did you propose because you knew I didn't want to enter the palace as a concubine? Were you trying to help me?” Carissa guessed. “His Majesty didn’t force you to marry me, did he? You’re helping me.”

Sharp as ever—exactly what he expected. Rafael smiled wryly. “You're mistaken. Even without His Majesty's pressure, my triumph brought over a hundred marriage proposals. Refusing any would offend someone. I'm not afraid of offending people, but I'd rather avoid it. The best solution was to settle the matter quickly.

“As for why I chose you,” Rafael’s smile became more helpless, “You're my senior. You were being forced into the palace, and I was being pressured. So, why not make a match of it? That's what I thought.”

Lying was exhausting—he couldn't tell her marrying her meant relinquishing his military power. That was something he absolutely couldn't say. If she knew, she would never agree. Even if the truth couldn't be hidden forever, it was better for her to find out after they were married, preferably after consummating the marriage.

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