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.

the title of Earl of Silverstone would go to his family, but none of it would concern him

Oliver wouldn't be there to enjoy any of it. He wouldn't be there to hear

her quiet sobs. The sound of her grief weighed

you fall on the battlefield, then I and our son

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

His eyes, for the first time, were filled with a resolve he

We promised each other that if war came, we

how do we leave? The people in the manor aren't all loyal to us, and we can't just leave

grown used to the comfort of his life, and the thought of a life

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

needed a plan, a way to

Celeste's soft voice broke through his thoughts, drawing

locked onto her. "What is

her voice dropping to a whisper. She outlined her proposal, and as she spoke, her eyes reddened with

think I'm cruel, my love? But I only want to be with you

went pale, and