Her Majestic Battle Cry

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Salvador glanced at Rafael and said, “Of course, it must be your reputation that has struck fear into Sandoria. Even their marshal, Victor Crow, is clearly afraid of you.”

Rafael naturally didn’t think his brother was speaking sincerely.

With a wry smile, he said, “Your Majesty, you overestimate me. I don’t possess such an overwhelming influence. Marshal Crow isn’t afraid of me. They’re just exhausted, with no way out after being defeated.”

“And yet, if they’ve been beaten so badly, surely they couldn’t have regained their strength in just two or three short years,” Salvador replied.

“Under normal circumstances, that would be true,” Rafael agreed. “But even if they haven’t fully recovered, they wouldn’t let us expand the Southern Frontier uncontested. They should be harassing us at least occasionally, yet they’ve been unnaturally quiet.”

Salvador studied him for a moment. “You think someone is conspiring with them? That they’re biding their time?”

“It’s a possibility, isn’t it?” Rafael replied.

They had discussed this before, and Salvador himself had leaned toward this theory. But Rafael knew his brother well–somewhere deep down, the king didn’t want to acknowledge it.

Salvador made a noncommittal sound and said nothing more.

Rafael’s gaze lingered on him. Words hovered on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back. There was no point in pressing the issue now.

The truth was, Salvador knew Oliver wasn’t fit for command anymore. If they were to truly guard against Sandoria, sending Rafael back to the Southern Frontier would be the most logical move. But the king wasn’t ready to take that step.

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using Carissa as a means to do so. To reinstate him now would mean undoing

days of discussions in the

Standing by the door, Derek quietly signaled for another round of

also trust General Quinton and General Farrell. Even if Marshal Prince hasn’t been on the battlefield in years, I’m confident he

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Rafael remained silent!

agreement nor disagreement would

confidence in Oliver stemmed from a handful of victories in years past. Yet those victories had been hollow, achieved with overwhelming numbers rather than strategic brilliance. Moreover, ever

at the Southern Frontier. He neglected military drills and

could Salvador

his objections now. It would only risk provoking the king, potentially leading him

core, the issue was trust–or rather, Salvador’s lack of trust in

that understanding, Rafael rose to his

a hand dismissively.

with the latest intelligence. The news came from the spy network they had built through the efforts of Wilfred

mobilized their

soldiers were marching toward the border, and Victor remained their marshal. While the figure of 300,000 was likely exaggerated, Rafael estimated the actual number wouldn’t

by tomorrow no later than the day after. Our scouts passed the information to General Quinton, who’ll send it back to the capital via

None of this surprised

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