Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1484 Sebastian's treatments were indeed effective. In just half a month, Salvador's complexion had improved his face no longer carried that sickly, waxen pallor but instead held a faint flush of color. His strength had also returned significantly. If not for the occasional bouts of pain, he might have believed himself fully

recovered.

Sebastian wasn't present today, but the Royal Medical Department had sent several physicians. They claimed that since there were many people around, they needed to better guard against any unexpected incidents.

However, the real reason for Sebastian's absence was obvious-he didn't want the court officials and their families to realize just how much Salvador relied on him.

Connor and Caden, guided by guards from the Royal Guard, sat atop their horses. The two young boys each had a bow slung across their backs and looked remarkably serious, as if they truly belonged on the hunt.

On the other hand, Felix held Cecil in his arms atop the horse. Dressed in a thin red jacket, Cecil's cheeks flushed with excitement-he looked utterly charming.

At Salvador's command, a hundred horses galloped forward, their thundering hooves shaking the very earth. The young men charged into Everwood Park, sending flocks of startled birds into the sky.

Carissa felt uneasy and immediately urged her horse forward, following alongside Michael.

She had been to Everwood Park before, but only as a child. She had sat by the lakeside with the other noblewomen while Hector participated in the hunt.

This was her first time entering the forest itself.

Of course, a royal hunting ground held little true danger-no ferocious beasts were lurking within.

Though today's hunt was officially centered around Salvador, he intended for Connor and Caden to take the spotlight.

As soon as they entered the forest, Salvador reined in his horse and gestured for the two boys to take their turn.

few mountain rats—a test

the ground. He tried again and again, but

his eyes, and he suddenly burst

expression was instant. His face darkened, his

draw his bow and shoot. His shots lacked power, but

was placed so close that as long as he could shoot normally, he would at least strike somewhere

of mental fortitude was clear. And instead of gritting his

as long as he had shown determination, the court

he was nothing

help but sigh inwardly. He had given Connor the same advice just yesterday: If the arrows

to

even

his arms ached, even if the arrows didn't hit their

"I'll practice harder and next year,

that alone would be enough. But

unfit as

his son was in tears. He only nodded at

all his might. When he released, the arrow flew swiftly, embedding itself in

clapped, their admiration

the applause quickly died down.

awkward, especially Malcolm's. He tilted his