Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 932

Salvador paused the movements of his quill, his voice cold as ice as he said, "That statement wasn't wrong. I do intend to cultivate new generals, but I am no fool. Even if I want to raise new blood, I would never abandon the veterans who have served the country loyally for half their lives.

"Doesn't Rafael understand why I want to cultivate new generals? Though the Hell Monarch Anmy no longer answers to him, his prestige still commands respect. His unparalleled achievement in reclaiming the Southern Frontier stands as an immovable mountain, one I cannot shift by even a single inch. Yet, he dares threaten me."

With a sharp snap, the red quill in his hand broke, the sound cracking through the tense silence. He threw it onto the desk, his expression darkening.

"I bet Rafael doesn't want to be accused of being a traitor, but what can I do about it if he truly has ambitious designs?" Salvador added.

Anxious, Derek hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, I am certain the Hell Monarch harbors no treasonous thoughts. He is your brother."

Salvador's response was cold, simply saying, "I know he isn't planning anything treacherous for now. But the longer someone sits in a high position, the more likely they are to develop ulterior motives. I keep an eye on him, not because I want to see us at odds, but because don't want to face a rift between brothers. He'd better not harbor such ambitions, or I won't hesitate to act with ruthless resolve."

after the confrontation. If the prince were truly plotting something, he would never

his current position-at least for

that the king's anger was more about his brother's disrespect than any real suspicion of treason. Salvador still considered Rafael a potential threat, but

oversaw his interrogation. He held nothing back, spilling everything about the events at Victory Pass, including his

him, the truth was plain for everyone to see. He had been the commanding general responsible

for him to

a weight seemed to lift off his shoulders. Accepting that he couldn't distance himself from this any longer, he

to Wyatt, who had sacrificed his arm for him, and to the Sullivan family. who had shown him such

the commander of the Nightsteel Guard would no doubt come to an end. Even if he wanted to join the Capital Guard as an

future,

of Justice-not in a dungeon, but in a specially prepared

Patrick returned to question Aurora once more, personally