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. "An

Oathbound Plea was a formal attempt to offer counsel or make a respectful remonstration to

course of action or preventing potential harm.

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

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

knelt on

cannot afford to lose this battle against Marshal

deafening. Everyone held their breath, afraid even to swallow,

face turned even more ashen. His breath came in shallow gasps, as though his throat were clogged with

the thoughts he had would fade away once he had come to terms with them. He had assumed that others

it would be brought

he had kept buried for so long were laid bare before all

and

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

unnervingly quiet, but in his mind, a storm of criticism

his head throbbed as

bitter, metallic taste

Before he could stop

the

as if

a mouthful of