Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1268

In Lunvale stood the grand Eternalis Atrium, towering by the expansive banks of the Lunvale River. To dine at Eternalis Atrium was a privilege reserved only for the wealthy and the elite.

However, on the left side of Eternalis Atrium and facing the dock was a spacious and messy area where vendors set up their stalls every day. Some sold grain, others sold flatbreads or ravioli. The food was good and cheap, and most of the people coming here were common folks or dock workers.

Outside each stall, there were a few crude, low tables surrounded by small stools. The diners gathered here, eating heartily in the noisy crowd. Conversations buzzed around them, discussing everything under the sun-except for matters of the state. Politics were too far removed from the daily lives of these people.

At one of the ravioli stalls, two men sat. They were dressed simply, blending in with the rest of the crowd. One wore a gray cotton jacket and a faded cap, looking to be in his thirties. The other man, perhaps in his forties, wore a coarse green tunic. Despite the chill of the spring air, his attire seemed thin. After finishing his bowl of ravioli, he wiped his brow, small beads of sweat dotting his forehead.

The man in the gray jacket placed his cutlery down and spoke first. "So, we just let it go like this?"

The man in the green tunic wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his voice low and measured. "They came prepared. Let it be for now."

"What a pity," the man in gray remarked.

layer of oil. "It's time to make Yuvan uneasy. If we leave him to his

release

troubled by the decision. He felt that those in the capital couldn't possibly be unaware of Yuvan's rebellious

him go because they

eyes widening. "Do you mean we've been

a low chuckle. "Not yet. If we were exposed, Rafael wouldn't be coming to Lunvale.

his plate, the once-clear liquid turning murky as he mixed it, his eyes narrowing with

can't involve ourselves in the matter of Stone Village. In a way, it's working in our favor-forcing Yuvan's hand. He

before nodding. "Yes. Once Tiberius is escorted back to the capital,

indifferent. "Then inform Sandoria and Westhaven. If it's time to act, they should

The man in gray's expression was a mix of tension and anticipation, as if they had finally

tone almost casual, as though giving instructions for a dinner menu rather than

bustling noise around them, no one could overhear

Their humble attire and the crowded market setting made it impossible for anyone to suspect they were scheming a