Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1276

Upon hearing his promise, Celeste’s tears finally ceased. Yet, her fingers still clutched tightly at his garments, her body pressed against his chest.

Though her face was streaked with tears, her eyes had hardened into cold disdain, a far cry from the fragile, sorrowful image she had projected earlier.

She loathed this old man. She also despised every person who had used her beauty and her body for their ends. She didn’t want to be a pawn in anyone’s game, and she was weary of the role. She had never received a shred of genuine affection.

Yet, there was no other path for her. If she had to marry a lowly merchant or commoner, she wouldn’t be able to endure that hardship. Though she had been used in the past, she had lived well enough. After leaving the capital and wandering for a few days, she realized she could never escape the life of wealth and luxury.

When that man came to her, she agreed without hesitation. At that time, it had seemed like her only escape.

Her background meant she could never be properly married into a wealthy family as the primary wife. Samuel had once professed his undying love for her, yet had never managed to secure her a legitimate position in society. In the end, she had remained just another concubine.

And now, thinking of that spineless coward, she felt nothing but revulsion.

In essence, Oliver was no different than Samuel. He had a virtuous wife, but he didn’t treat her properly, indulging in pleasures while neglecting his duties.

On the contrary, Zoey should be grateful to her for

says may not be true, if it is, I just want the three of us to stay far from the battlefield. Even if life is harder, as long

I promise you,” Oliver replied, his heart growing more tender. “If war does break out, we’ll leave here. I won’t need any title, not even that of a marshal. Don’t

that had been–assigned to her

that Oliver would take part of his forces

assist him.

utterly useless. He had been wounded on the

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The thought of rebellion, of standing against the Sandoria forces, was far too much for him. Even if war were to break out, he wouldn’t dare step foot on the

that since Oliver was a military general, even if he couldn’t compare to Rafael, he wouldn’t be so useless and weak. Little did she know, calling him

give him one. In the end, everything she gave him was just an illusion–her affection and even

was done, she would simply leave. She wouldn’t even

was born, she hadn’t held him much. She refused to form any emotional bonds, not

even when death seemed the only release, bound by the care for