Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 910

Chapter 910

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With such intense public opinion, it was clear someone had been pushing the narrative. Salvador suspected. it was someone from Hell Monarch Estate, but after a thorough investigation, he discovered, much to his surprise, that the trail led directly to the prime minister, Jeremiah

The articles and the storytellers in coffeehouses and taverns spreading the rumors had all been sent by Jeremiah As the investigation unfolded, it became evident that the prime minister hadn’t tried to hide his involvement. He hadn’t planned on deceiving Salvador at all.

Salvador sat quietly in the royal study for a long time before turning to Ian.

“Let’s pretend we never looked into this. Keep your mouth shut.”

Jeremiah had planned to retire before Sigmund’s passing, but the previous king’s sudden death caught everyone off guard Thinking that Salvador, as a new king might struggle to stabilize the court, Jeremiah stayed on and continued to assist vigorously in state affairs.

Among all the ministers, if there was one person Salvador trusted most, it was Jeremiah. Along with Trevor, they were the only two individuals he felt comfortable relying on.

Salvador recalled the recent discussions with Jeremiah about Victory Pass, where the latter had always seemed hesitant to speak freely. There had been signs all along.

Jeremiah and Dominic had been key figures since the reign of Augustus, and they were old veterans who served as both civil officials and military officers Salvador remembered something Jeremiah had once said- without the generals guarding the borders, there would be no peace or prosperity within the country

Though their relationship seemed distant on the surface and they hadn’t seen each other for a long time, both men respected each other.

evening of February 13th, Felix and the others brought Dominic

the city gates, aware that Dominic had been summoned back to the capital. They had waited, and now,

tall, battle–worn general sat atop his sleek black steed, flanked by the officers of the Crown Guard. His back remained straight, his skin the color of dark bronze, as if covered with a layer of varnish. Despite the snow, rain, and wind, his face showed no sign of cracking, as though

of people waiting for him at the city gates, shouting his name,

return. After all, his lax military discipline had led to tensions between the

fierce heat It was still cold in early February, but here they were, standing in the biting wind, raising

to obscure his face. When the press of people stopped their horses from moving forward, he squeezed through

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Chapter 910

reached Kevin’s horse.

the old madam is ill. Please come back with me to see

moment, then turned to Galen,

said my grandmother is very sick. It seems like it’ll take a while for the crowd to disperse and allow us to move, so I’ll

standing next to Kevin’s horse. He was wearing plain green attire and a black cloak, with the collar concealing his face. Judging by his posture,

go quickly,”

and grabbed Edwin’s hand.

of the crowd deafening in their ears. One by one, the shouts began, chaotic

Sullivan, we support

he feared his eardrums would burst. As they moved, the crowd only seemed