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.

of Earl of Silverstone would go to his family, but none of it would

real tragedy was that Oliver wouldn't be there to enjoy any of it.

behind, and he could hear her quiet sobs. The sound of her grief weighed on him like

and our son will follow you," she cried, her voice

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

Celeste's, pulling her to him. His eyes, for the first time, were filled with a resolve he had never

die. We promised each other that if war

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

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 dread. How could he

here anyway, so they likely would follow him. The people to transport it were there, but how could they leave

a way to make

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

onto

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

think I'm cruel, my love? But I only want

face went pale, and he remained