Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1263

That day, Tiberius himself arrived at Fernbrook Villa, bringing a few men along. It wasn't long before a cart arrived carrying supplies-flour, salt, and sugar.

This shipment seemed to be a new batch. The grain had already been delivered to the villa some time ago.

The guards here weren't overly strict, allowing Winona to sneak onto the rooftops in broad daylight, where she could eavesdrop on the villa's activity and listen in on their conversations.

Tiberius gave orders for work to begin that very night.

It wasn't just Fernbrook Villa where things were stirring. At the other tunnel exits, there was also frequent movement.

Everett had initially thought it would be enough to simply keep watch from the outside, but now that they were splitting into teams, he decided to send some inside the tunnels as well. That way, they could check if the map's information was accurate.

Ideally, they would also be able to confirm whether Lunvale had only 5,000 soldiers. If that were the case, he had a bold plan in mind. Another group was coming from Meadow Ridge into the city, and the people were disguised under various identities.

This time, Everett was truly rattled. Rafael was his only direct apprentice. If anything were to happen, how would he handle it?

sent a letter to the major guilds of Meadow Ridge, asking them to send help to Lunvale. His unease stemmed from knowing how reliable Rafael

some searching, he suspected Rafael might have been monitoring the tunnels, investigating

along a sizable force. He prepared for the worst, hoping that if his apprentice had indeed met his end in Lunvale, at least he could recover the body

and spoke with Kyle, he learned that Rafael

try. If it failed, at least he would escape unharmed and, perhaps, expose the

The operation began.

Everett had said he wouldn't follow, he found himself outside Fernbrook Villa

heavy with darkness, and the damp cold of the air seemed to press in, making

slipped into the villa in complete silence, their movements barely a whisper in the night. Violet was

overseeing the shipment until the task was complete. For him, this kind of thing was second nature. No one had ever caught on, and over time, he had grown accustomed to not

jumped to his feet, but his anger quickly shifted

so many women in his life that he couldn't immediately place her. Before he could even ask, the woman stormed forward, striking him across the face with swift, decisive slaps. Dazed, he stumbled in a circle,

"How dare you lay a hand on me? Do you want to die?!" The two women in the room

I'll make sure you lose your