Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

That night, everyone except Everett stayed awake.

They were exhausted, but Sebastian had emphasized the importance of the night. If Lawrence could make it through until morning, there would be at least a ten percent chance of survival. A ten percent chance it was so minuscule and so heart-wrenching.

Sebastian slept on the floor, his exhaustion evident from the grueling journey.

Mira and Vanda took turns keeping watch, each taking a two-hour shift.

Throughout the night, they administered medicine five times. Initially, Lawrence could only endure a couple of spoonfuls. But by the fifth dose, they could feed Lawrence nearly half a cup.

The night was a painful ordeal, each moment dragging on unbearably. Everyone awake repeatedly looked outside, hoping for the sun to rise.

In the early hours before dawn, Sebastian woke up. He checked Lawrence's pulse and blew some powder into the man's nose, claiming it was to reduce his fever.

Sebastian's dark circles were pronounced, his exhaustion evident. Julian mentioned that they had been traveling non-stop, catching only two hours or so of sleep during brief stops for changing horses. The younger ones fared better, but Sebastian was in his late fifties to sixties, and he struggled to cope.

After examining Lawrence's pulse and temperature, Sebastian informed everyone, "He has made it through the night, but don't be too optimistic. His fever has lowered, which indicates the treatment is working, but its overall effectiveness still needs to be confirmed. We won't be able to leave immediately. If anyone wants to return to the capital, you may do so now. If not, help out with some chores at the relay station to avoid crowding around here. You're making even me nervous."

Hearing this, everyone collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

passed

Ridge. It was time to

with his horse, and Everett clapped him

worry. I've done a little calculation. He'll be

up. "Really? You can predict that? When did

replied coolly, "I picked it up in a dream after a short nap last night. But I'm sure of

smiled wryly, and called out to his departing figure, "Thank

road was free of dust. All that could be heard was the sound of hooves gradually fading away, and Everett's silhouette soon vanished from sight.

wondered how many

desperately wished she were by his side now. Even just seeing her and holding her hand would have been enough to bring

against the door

the others were scattered around, exhausted from the ordeal. The collective relief was palpable, and the fatigue

by his brother's bed. He looked at the wounds and swelling on Lawrence's face and

Julian could only keep wiping his tears

asleep, but no one could be sure whether he was in a coma or just sleeping. Since Sebastian said Lawrence was merely asleep, they

Sebastian observed the disheveled