Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1295

The witch slipped quietly through the back door of Redstone Manor. After just a brief moment, barely 15 minutes, she was hastily escorted out again.

But by then, Oliver was paralyzed with fear. His chest felt tight, as though he couldn't catch his breath. It felt as though he had been thrown into a vast, endless ocean and was unable to reach shore, choking on the suffocating sensation.

The witch had come in for only a short time, scanning the room before she fixed her gaze on him and uttering a simple sentence, "Be safe, Marshal Prince."

No matter how much Celeste pleaded, the witch refused to say more. Even when Celeste asked her to perform a ritual, she turned her down, saying it would be useless.

The witch then looked at Oliver and said, "This land is a graveyard for military commanders. Marshal Prince, you should see to your family's safety."

It was those words that sent a chilling wave of terror through Oliver.

How many generals had been buried at the Southern Frontier? How many had met their end here? Hector and his sons were warriors as brave as any, and where had that led them?

Oliver knew his own limitations. He was not as fierce as Hector, and he was certainly no match for the young generals of the Sinclair family. He admired them but had no desire to follow their tragic path. What glory was there in dying? It was living that mattered.

on the battlefield, the title of Earl of Silverstone would go to his family, but none of it would concern him anymore. Even Celeste and their

of it. He

tightened around him from behind, and he could hear her quiet sobs. The sound of

on the battlefield, then I and our son will follow you," she cried, her

as though her sorrow was searing through him.

eyes, for the first time, were filled with a resolve he had never shown

of us will die. We promised each other that if war came, we

him, a flash of confusion in her eyes. "But how do we leave? The people in the manor aren't all loyal to us, and we

used to the comfort of his life, and the thought of a life of poverty filled him with dread. How could he

follow him. The people to transport it were there, but how could they leave without

plan, a way to make it all seem

Celeste's soft voice broke through his thoughts, drawing his

gaze locked onto her. "What

whisper. She outlined her proposal, and as she spoke, her eyes

love? But

went pale,