Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 558

Chapter 558

Once the maid left, Carissa began, “Prince Rafael went to Simonton City to negotiate with Sandoria’s representatives over an informant named Septimus. Septimus is an informant who escaped after being captured by our enemy. During the Southern Frontier conflict, he continuously sent us intelligence. However, he was recently caught, and the Sandoria people are trying to excha him for Simonton City.”

As Carissa spoke, everyone’s breathing grew rapid, waiting for her to continue.

“So, the king dispatched Prince Rafael to Simonton City. On the surface, it was for negotiations. In actuality, Prince Rafael would secretly attempt a rescue operation. Septimus has been rescued, and he’s now in Simonton City. It has been confirmed that Septimus is actually Lawrence Ziegler, the Marquis of Elderglen’s second son.

“However, his injuries are severe. Prince Rafael’s message via carrier pigeon requests that Sebastian and Lady Kayla be brought along. We must leave tonight. There is no time to waste.”

“Oh, my God! Oh, heavens!”

Agnes trembled all over. The news that her son was not dead, but was gravely injured instead, was almost too much for her to bear. “I–I’ll go too!”

Julian held his mother, and supported her in standing up. “Mom, you shouldn’t go. I’ll go in your place. I’ll accompany my sister–in–law.”

His voice was already choked with emotion.

eves were

smiled, but his filled with tears.

a marquis and a dignified second–rank official. Back then, he had managed to hold back tears upon hearing

after hearing that his son was alive. He couldn’t, not even with the Hell Monarch’s princess consort

Infrastructure, you can’t easily leave the capital. However, Lord Julian can accompany

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in the Ministry of Justice. He held a lower position, and

back to pack my things now. Dad, please inform my workplace

I know you’re acquainted with Sebastian.

their standing alone might not be enough to persuade him. Therefore, she could only

agree to go. Lord Lawrence was gravely

to Edwin. “We need

them to hurry up,” Edwin

She knew where Westglade was. She had memorized every county and state from the capital to the Southern

that gave her intuition, but she felt something urgent stirring within her. Without hesitation, she ordered her belongings to be packed and rushed

once–when her husband had joined the army. Back then, she had dashed through the streets with

face, wanting to

again. She knew it was for her husband, who might still

had passed and the silence, she had held onto her belief. She just couldn’t bring herself to voice it to anyone else. Such statements often brought discomfort–either empty consolations or resigned