Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1278

Salvador knew Rafael had endured a long journey, but he still kept him in the palace and summoned the Defense Minister, his deputy minister, and Thomas to discuss matters.

It was essential to consider all possible scenarios, make multiple predictions based on the current situation, and then organize their forces accordingly.

Above all else, Salvador's greatest fear remained the Southern Frontier, but when Rafael mentioned Leroy from Westhaven, Salvador's expression faltered.

"It's impossible for someone to have the capability to collude with both Sandoria and Westhaven," he said, his unease evident.

Starhaven's relationship with Westhaven had always been delicate, and their negotiations hadn't fully concluded. There was still a debt to settle with Westhaven that loomed over them.

But that wasn't the greatest concern.

The real issue was that if the true mastermind behind the rebellion truly had the skill to forge such alliances, then how long had they been biding their time? How long had they been plotting?

Davis' eyes widened as he repeatedly looked at the maps. He was very familiar with these terrains in his mind. If private armies or bandits were hiding in these areas, rooting them out would be no easy task. He turned to Rafael. "What's the plan for dealing with these bandits?"

"We deal with them as they come," Rafael simply replied.

blinked, incredulous. He couldn't believe Rafael had given such an unsophisticated answer. Who didn't know that they should deal with them as

Highness, is that all you have? Are

they're waiting for a signal to reunite, so we shouldn't waste time looking for them. When the rebellion starts, the private army will

Defense officials studied the maps and compared them with the distribution of the troops. The forces stationed at the Southern Frontier and Victory Pass couldn't be

troops at Brightport

What truly

the true rebels had been quietly plotting and scheming. It struck him that he

sense of resignation settled within him, and for

until late in the evening that Rafael finally returned to Hell

as he came back, she immediately

already eaten, but stayed to keep him company, as eating alone

caught His Majesty looking at

worry. Once everything's settled, he'll

softly. "Your words strike

"If I were the king, I'd probably always worry about someone with power trying to take my throne. After all, too many people want

words shouldn't be said out

disinterested, his expression weary. "Being a king is exhausting. I saw