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.

to his family, but none of it would concern him anymore. Even Celeste and their son wouldn't be able to live freely or enjoy the fruits

that Oliver wouldn't be there to enjoy any of it. He wouldn't be there to hear people address him respectfully

could hear her quiet sobs. The

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

her sorrow was searing through

hand shot out to grasp Celeste's, pulling her to him. His eyes, for the first time, were filled with a resolve he had

each other that

at 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

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

the gold and silver out. He had trusted men by his side, enough to get it done. If they stayed, they would likely die here anyway, so they likely would follow him. The people to transport it were there, but how could they leave without raising suspicion? Timothy and Louis had spies everywhere. They were still investigating the misappropriation of military funds. If he tried to move the valuables openly, it would

way

might have an idea," Celeste's soft voice broke through his

gaze locked onto her. "What is

She outlined her proposal, and as she spoke, her eyes reddened with

my love? But

face went pale, and he