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.

he died on the battlefield, the title of Earl of Silverstone would go to his family, but none of it would concern him anymore.

any of it. He

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

on the battlefield, then I and our son

sorrow was searing through him. Without thinking, he blurted, "No, I cannot

him. His eyes, for the first time, were filled

us will die. We promised 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 we can't just leave with

If they were to leave, they would have to go into hiding. He had grown used to the comfort of his life, and the thought of a life of poverty filled him with

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

needed a plan, a way

idea," Celeste's soft voice broke through his

onto

closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. She outlined her proposal, and as she

my love? But I

pale, and he