Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1264

Rafael’s dinner had improved tonight. Dylan had caught a few small fish, grilling them until they were charred black on the outside. By the time they were finished, Rafael’s mouth was full of the unpleasant combination of fishy and smoky flavors.

However, the improvement was relative. At least the meal wasn’t nauseating—it was simply revolting.

Tonight, it was clear that more people had gathered in the deep cave. Black–clad figures, their faces concealed, were making their way up the mountain. It seemed they were about to make a

move.

Rafael finished the grilled fish and swiftly climbed a nearby tree, his eyes scanning the area

below.

Dylan had already crawled close to the deep cave, near enough to hear everything. It was a place they’d been watching for quite some time. This was where the men would relieve themselves, and the stench was overwhelming enough to make one gag.

But this was also the ideal spot for an ambush. Most of the time, only two or three men would come here at once. A sudden ambush would be enough to grab them and drag them off to change clothes.

After crawling for nearly an hour, Dylan finally saw his chance. Two masked men in black appeared, heading toward the same spot. Without hesitation, Dylan moved in, striking swiftly and silently. Within moments, both men were incapacitated.

He quickly lifted one over his shoulder, then the other, and hurried back up the mountain to the small cave.

stripped the men of their clothes, swapping their outfits for the black garb. Then, they freed the men’s pressure points. Before they could cry out, they each grabbed a throat, cutting off

warm enough, and the man’s body was slightly heavier than his, so the clothes fit well enough

them speak. They revealed that they were indeed headed to collect grain. Their role was

masks, they explained that it was a precaution to keep their identities hidden.

questioned further about who they served, the men didn’t know.

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Chapter 1264

the mountains when there was no food to be had. Their work involved carrying grain and doing the heavy labor of

another cave. This cave only held a small amount, but they couldn’t go near the other

did the laborious work of transporting

tied them up with vines, securing their hands and gagging

is all over,” he said quietly, “someone will come to rescue you. Stay

grain. No one questioned their presence. Dressed in identical black garments with their faces

of the group carried a whip,

was clear they only wore them when going to pick

in sweat, his clothes soaked through and

deep cave without suspicion. The space was vast, divided into several storage rooms. The grain had once been stored in three separate sections, but now only one remained, and it was not much to