Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1442

Salvador had no idea that things had escalated to this point.

For the past few days, he had been working with the royal physicians to test a new treatment. The important matters in the court had all been left to Jeremiah.

The treatment, which had been developed over several sleepless nights by the physicians in the Royal Medical Department, focused primarily on heat therapy. There was also needle treatment as a supplementary method, combined with a tonic to nourish and fortify the body.

The results had been positive-at least the headaches had lessened, and he hadn't sweat as much at night.

So, during the court session this morning, Salvador appeared to be in better spirits than he had been in recent days.

Malcolm had sought out Irvin, but the man had his own opinions. Irvin's disappointment with Salvador was profound. To him, Salvador had disregarded his own safety, ignored protocol, and dismissed the state of the war-all for reckless pursuits.

Furthermore, Irvin did not believe Malcolm's claim that the idea to find a secondary wife for the Hell Monarch was Kylie's, and that Salvador had nothing to do with it.

As far as Irvin was concerned, Kylie had been confined to the palace for a long time. Once freed, she hadn't bothered with much else except finding a secondary wife for the Hell Monarch.

No one would believe that Salvador wasn't involved in this decision.

Irvin felt that it was far more plausible that Salvador had given the order. If that were the case, it made sense. As the Oversight Minister, it was his duty to admonish Salvador if necessary.

He stepped forward without fear and said boldly, "Your Majesty, I must offer an Oathbound Plea."

toward him.

to offer counsel or make a respectful

of action or preventing potential harm. So obviously, Irvin was directing

dined and conversed for over two hours, during which no servants were allowed to be

that the queen is to choose a secondary wife for the Hell Monarch. I have no doubt you harbor no ill intentions, Your Majesty, but these repeated actions will only lead to wild speculation among the public. If word reaches the

then knelt on one

the Hell Monarch cannot afford to lose this battle against Marshal

hall was deafening. Everyone held their breath, afraid even to swallow, as the tension

though his throat were clogged with a lump of cotton. Each breath he took was

once he had come to terms with them.

most unprepared moment, it would be

had kept buried for so long were laid bare before all the officials, open for

humiliation and

had never known such a moment in his life-a level of disgrace so profound,

was unnervingly quiet, but in his mind, a storm of criticism swirled, loud and unrelenting.

as though it would split

metallic taste filled

he could stop it,

the

as if mist clouded his

a mouthful