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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so. To reinstate him now would mean

in the royal study, no

Standing by the door, Derek quietly signaled for another round of coffee to be served, hoping that a

trust General Quinton and General Farrell. Even if Marshal Prince hasn’t been on the battlefield in

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Rafael remained silent!

agreement nor disagreement would serve

in Oliver stemmed from a handful of victories in years past. Yet those victories had been hollow, achieved with overwhelming

made almost no achievements while stationed at the Southern Frontier. He neglected

Salvador

better than to voice his objections now. It would only risk provoking the king, potentially leading him to make impulsive decisions out

was trust–or rather, Salvador’s

understanding, Rafael rose to his feet and bowed. “I’ll take my

a hand dismissively.

spy network

had mobilized their

were marching toward the border, and Victor remained their marshal. While the figure of 300,000 was likely exaggerated, Rafael estimated the actual number

passed the information to General Quinton, who’ll send it back to the capital via an urgent

None of this

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