Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1472 "If Sebastian is willing to enter the palace, he will surely do everything in his power," Carissa said softly. Victoria's gaze became distant, and soon, tears began to fall. "He can try his hardest, but even with all his effort, there may be no hope. Now, I only wish for His Majesty to live long enough to set things in order, to secure the future of the kingdom."

Seeing her cry, Carissa couldn't help but feel sorrow as well. She had once heard her mom speak of Victoria as a woman of great strength, someone who wouldn't shed a tear even in the face of the greatest challenges. Tears from her were precious, and now, seeing them fall made everything feel heavier. Carissa didn't know how to offer comfort. It seemed that what Victoria needed wasn't soothing words, but quiet companionship. So, Carissa sat by her side in silence.

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Meanwhile, Rafael had gone to Arcane Sanctum, where he found Sebastian already prepared. After Rafael and Carissa had been summoned to the palace, Jacob had gone ahead to inform Sebastian. So, he had been expecting the visit.

This time, Sebastian didn't bring any of his apprentices but went alone with Rafael. Ivy and Rowan had tried to follow but were sternly ordered back.

As they traveled in the carriage, Rafael assured, "I will ensure your safety."

Sebastian was inspecting his medical supplies. Without looking up, he replied casually, "It doesn't matter. If my head is to fall, it's my own choice."

"It won't come to that," Rafael insisted firmly. "Since I'm escorting you to the palace, I will make sure you return safely."

Sebastian closed the medical chest with a click, locking it securely. He leaned back against the plush seat, his gaze dark and distant, lost in thought. For a long while, he didn't speak, and when he finally did, his voice was low, reflective.

unfocused. "At three, he could recite the medicinal rhymes. By five, he knew every herb by name. By sixteen, he had already mastered his craft, and by twenty-five, he was renowned

who hold the title of Miracle Healer,

up straighter, his

to be compassionate, treating all who come to them without prejudice, be it beggars or nobles. Jonah did just that. If a patient couldn't afford the fee, he'd still

his winter coat. I scolded him for it, but he just grinned and said it didn't matter how poor or miserable he was. The more he saw, the more he learned. It

for treatment, he could've taken advantage and charged exorbitant fees. But he didn't. He always said the

thought of watching someone die simply because they were poor." Sebastian's voice faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained control, continuing, "When King Sigmund called him to the palace for treatment, I was in

the time I returned

his medical establishment had been destroyed The sign was shattered and had been trampled by others. King Sigmund called him a quack, so no one dared to speak his name after

eyes bloodshot and filled with a quiet fury. "This

a purpose. I intend to clear his name. Jonah Claude was a Miracle Healer,

wave of guilt wash over him as

He remembered meeting Jonah once but his memory of him wasn't very clear The only thing he remembered was that the man had been

with him because Helen had privately

that