"We do have strength in numbers, but I honestly don't know how things would go if we were to fight."

Oliver lowered his gaze. "I think we'd better leave. We'll think of a way to save Honorable Master Darby when you recover, Leia."

Leia bit her lips. Her heart thudded uncomfortably.

However, Oliver was right. Grunt had already been as tolerant as he could to release Leia. If they provoked him into a fight, there was no way Oliver would win.

After all, Grunt's army had the finest soldiers in the Godly Region.

Leia had no choice but to concur, nodding helplessly. "Alright then. We'll do as you say."

Leia raised her head to look Oliver in the eye as she spoke with gratitude. "Thank you, Oliver. If you were not here in time, I don't know what I could've done. I apologize for being so cold and dismissive to you in the past."

Leia believed Oliver. She did not know that everything was an elaborate act between Oliver and Grunt.

Leia's apologies filled Oliver with uncontainable glee. Yet