Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1295

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The witch slipped quietly through the back door of Redstone Manor. After just a brief moment, barely 15 minutes, she was hastily escorted out again.

But by then, Oliver was paralyzed with fear. His chest felt tight, as though he couldn’t catch his breath. It felt as though he had been thrown into a vast, endless ocean and was unable to reach shore, choking on the suffocating sensation.

The witch had come in for only a short time, scanning the room before she fixed her gaze on him and uttering a simple sentence “Be safe, Marshal Prince.”

No matter how much Celeste pleaded, the witch refused to say more. Even when Celeste asked her to perform a ritual, she turned her down, saying it would be useless.

The witch then looked at Oliver and said, “This land is a graveyard for military commanders. Marshal Prince, you should see to your family’s safety.”

It was those words that sent a chilling wave of terror through Oliver.

How many generals had been buried at the Southern Frontier? How many had met their end here? Hector and his sons were warriors as brave as any, and where had that led them?

Oliver knew his own limitations. He was not as fierce as Hector, and he was certainly no match for the young generals of the Sinclair family. He admired them but had no desire to follow their tragic path.

What glory was there in dying? It was living that mattered.

If he died on the battlefield, the title of Earl of Silverstone would go to his family, but none of it would concern him anymore. Even Celeste and their son wouldn’t be able to live freely or enjoy the fruits of his legacy…

there to enjoy any of it. He

and he could hear her quiet sobs.

and our son will follow

warmth of her tears burned his shoulder,

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through him.

he blurted, “No, I

grasp Celeste’s, pulling her to him. His eyes, for the

other that if war came,

“But how do we leave? The people in the manor aren’t all loyal to us, and we can’t just leave with

would have to go hiding. He had grown used to the comfort of his life, and the thought of a life of poverty filled him with dread. How could he go from

legitimate excuse to move the gold and silver out. He had trusted men by his side, enough to get it done. If they stayed, they would likely die here anyway, so they likely

everywhere. They were still

way

soft voice broke

gaze locked onto

outlined her

But I only want to be

pale, and he remained

might only result in his own execution. But following Celeste’s idea would bring ruin to his entire