Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1302

The urgent sealed report stated that Oliver had abandoned his post before the battle. Rumors were spreading like wildfire across the Southern Frontier, shaking the troops' morale. Desertions had begun, and even the soldiers who were originally stationed in the Southern Frontier were showing signs of unease and retreat.

Louis reported these things in the urgent sealed report, requesting the court to appoint a commander who could stabilize the situation. Without strong leadership, the loss of the Southern Frontier would not be an exaggeration.

Salvador's face darkened as he scanned the room.

"Nominate a general to take command at the Southern Frontier," he ordered coldly.

The gathered officials exchanged hesitant glances.

Aside from the Hell Monarch, only one other candidate had the reputation to command such a critical campaign-Dominic Sullivan.

Unfortunately, Dominic had been stripped of his rank.

As for the remaining generals-whether it was the aging Tyler, the young Thomas, or the once-reliable Joseph Carter-none of them had the presence or authority to stabilize the chaos at the Southern Frontier or rally the troops' broken morale.

The Hell Monarch was the obvious choice, but reports of his sudden illness complicated matters. Could someone in frail health withstand the strain of the battlefield? And with the Sandorians already at the gates, there was no time to waste. A commander needed to depart immediately. The Hell Monarch's condition was too precarious for such a role.

to the Southern Frontier at full speed, it would take no less than half a month for him

these two, who else could possibly take on such a monumental

few officials dared to consider but no one dared to voice. Their

happened to him on the battlefield, the one who had suggested it would bear the weight of a crime too grave

until Jeremiah broke the silence, steady as ever. "How is the Hell Monarch's condition? Has there been any improvement

His voice was clipped as he replied,

was recovering at his estate.

improved?" Malcolm ventured cautiously, his tone probing. He couldn't help

Hell Monarch for now," Salvador replied coolly. "Aside from him, who else is

the situation at the Southern Frontier and restore the army's

moment Jeremiah spoke, the room fell silent. It was the kind of silence where even the faintest sound

reasonable suggestion for the prime minister to bring up, they didn't expect Jeremiah to say it so directly without the usual layers of careful

was needed. Every official present was

had considered leading the troops himself. In fact, when he convened the ministers, he had

the opportunity had already been missed. When Davis brought it up, a decisive decision should have

Rafael had likely already left for

with frustration and regret. His chest felt tight, his blood boiling, and a bitter taste rose to his throat. More than anything, a deep sadness settled

Rafael was his brother!