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.

freed the men’s pressure points. Before they could cry out, they each grabbed a throat, cutting off their shouts with a sharp slap. The men slumped

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

collect grain. Their role was to assist with the transport, an operation that occurred once every three months. The village didn’t produce

why they wore black clothing and masks, they explained that it was a precaution to keep their identities hidden. They

further about who they served, the men

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Chapter 1264

when there was no food to be had. Their work involved carrying grain and doing the heavy labor of farming. But unlike the villagers, they were only allowed to stay

had weapons or anything like that, they said they did–stored in another cave. This cave only held a small amount, but they couldn’t go near the other one

the soldiers here were divided into distinct ranks. The men who did the laborious work of transporting and farming had no privilege

with vines, securing their hands and gagging their

quietly, “someone will come to rescue you. Stay

Dylan blended in with the group sent to collect the grain. No one questioned their

the others. The leader of the group carried a

reeked of mold and decay. It was clear they only wore them when going to pick up

had no right to complain. After all, he had spent countless days climbing the mountain, drenched in sweat, his clothes soaked through and then dried with the accumulation of days.

to move about the 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