Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 910

With such intense public opinion, it was clear someone had been pushing the narrative. Salvador suspected it was someone from Hell Monarch Estate, but after a thorough investigation, he discovered, much to his surprise, that the trail led directly to the prime minister, Jeremiah.

The articles and the storytellers in coffeehouses and taverns spreading the rumors had all been sent by Jeremiah. As the investigation unfolded, it became evident that the prime minister hadn't tried to hide his involvement. He hadn't planned on deceiving Salvador at all.

Salvador sat quietly in the royal study for a long time before turning to lan.

"Let's pretend we never looked into this. Keep your mouth shut."

Jeremiah had planned to retire before Sigmund's passing, but the previous king's sudden death caught everyone off guard. Thinking that Salvador, as a new king, might struggle to stabilize the court, Jeremiah stayed on and continued to assist vigorously in state affairs.

Among all the ministers, if there was one person Salvador trusted most, it was Jeremiah. Along with Trevor, they were the only two individuals he felt comfortable relying on.

Salvador recalled the recent discussions with Jeremiah about Victory Pass, where the latter had always seemed hesitant to speak freely. There had been signs all along.

Jeremiah and Dominic had been key figures since the reign of Augustus, and they were old veterans who served as both civil officials and military officers. Salvador remembered something Jeremiah had once said-without the generals guarding the borders, there would be no peace or prosperity within the country.

Though their relationship seemed distant on the surface, and they hadn't seen each other for a long time, both men respected each other.

and the others brought Dominic back

gates, aware that Dominic had been summoned back to the capital. They had waited, and now, the day had

blood-red hue across the sky. The tall, battle-worn general sat atop his sleek black steed, flanked by the officers of the Crown Guard. His back remained straight, his skin the color of dark bronze, as if covered with a layer of varnish. Despite the snow, rain, and wind, his face showed no sign of cracking, as though his skin

of people waiting for him at the city gates, shouting his name, his usually stern face showed a

discipline had led to tensions between the two kingdoms. Plus, the massacre of

shock, his eyes burned with a fierce heat. It was still cold in early February, but here they were, standing in the biting wind, raising their

face. When the press of people stopped their horses from moving

is ill. Please come

a moment, then turned to Galen, who

me. He said my grandmother is very sick. It seems like it'll take a while for the crowd to disperse and allow us to move, so I'll head back to

glanced at the person standing next to Kevin's horse. He was

the collar concealing his face. Judging by his posture, Galen assumed

go quickly," Galen

and grabbed Edwin's hand.

the crowd deafening in their ears. One by one, the shouts began, chaotic at first, but then starting to form into

we support