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."

turned toward

offer counsel or make a

aimed at correcting a course of action or preventing

Your Majesty. You've dined and conversed for over two hours, during which no servants were allowed to be present,"

to choose a secondary wife for the Hell Monarch. I have no doubt you harbor no ill intentions,

knelt

the Hell Monarch cannot afford to lose this battle

hall was deafening. Everyone held their breath, afraid even

breath came in shallow gasps, as though his throat were clogged with a lump of cotton. Each

away once he had come to terms with them. He had assumed that others would quietly speculate, but

it would be

instant, the carefully hidden feelings he had kept buried for so long were laid bare before all

and shame

pale to a deep crimson, and his neck reddene with fury. He had never known such a moment in his life-a level of disgrace so profound, it left

unnervingly quiet, but in his mind, a

was overwhelming his head throbbed as though it would split

bitter, metallic taste

Before he could stop

the

as if

mouthful of bloomist,