Semua Bab Her Graceful War Song: Bab 1121 - Bab 1130

In his excitement, Salvador momentarily forgot the consequences.Adrian's ancestors had once been given a royal title, but the hereditary line had long since ended. Granting such a title again, especially without a major accomplishment to back it, would surely raise suspicion.At present, the six-barrel matchlock had yet to be mass-produced and an elite shooting unit was still not established. It was far too early to grant a royal title, and doing so now would only draw the eyes of the entire kingdom to Meadow Ridge."Yes, you're right. We'll hold off on it for now. There's no rush," Salvador said, his eyes gleaming.It was the brightest light Rafael had seen in his eyes since he had ascended the throne.Salvador was eager to see the full power of the six-barrel matchlock for himself. He ordered the Nightsteel Guard to seal off the Cold Palace, forbidding anyone from entering.The Cold Palace was vast and uninhabited since Sigmund's reign. Out of kindness, the women who had lived

Seeing that Yuvan was unable to leave the capital, Wayne deliberated for several days before saying, "Your Highness, you need time to recover and cannot return to Valken. However, it is concerning that Prince Harvey has been managing affairs there for so long. I fear he may take advantage of the situation and claim your position for himself. I must return to Valken to handle matters."Yuvan stared at Wayne, stunned, and then his face shifted into anger. "So, you're abandoning me here and going back to Valken? How do you expect me to handle this mess on my own?"Wayne was prepared for Yuvan's outburst. He took a deep breath and said calmly, "Your Highness, the situation is already a mess. While you're recovering, the public will soon forget about it. It's best if you stay here in the capital for now. I'll go back to discuss the next steps with Prince Harvey. Half of our suicide soldiers are now under his control. We need to reorganize and strategize. And besides, can you really trust

Carissa was a bit surprised. "I remember your son is quite good with his studies. Why would he want to study martial arts with me? Madam Zoey, I don't know how to be a good mentor, especially for someone who is meant to inherit a title. Surely his best path is to continue his studies and become an official?"Carissa didn't want to take on an apprentice. She already had a public position, and she couldn't devote the time necessary for proper teaching. And Cedric was still young—just a boy in his teens. Besides martial arts, she would need to teach him how to conduct himself and guide him toward the right outlook on life.It wasn't like Violet, where her apprentices were all older than her, each with their own responsibilities."Inheriting a title?" Zoey gave a wry smile, her eyes full of helplessness. "Your Grace, whether this title can even be kept is still uncertain. And even if it is... I fear it will be more of a troublesome burden."She sighed. "I'm not asking you to take him

Rafael didn't care much about other people's marital issues. He had only overheard the matter, and he casually mentioned it now that the topic had come up.Cedric had been practicing for four full hours, not returning to Silverstone Estate until nearly late evening. For several days now, he hadn't complained about being tired or found his training dull. Sometimes, he would even recite his lessons while holding the horse stance.Carissa often watched him in disbelief, finding it hard to imagine that he was Oliver's son. Then again, remembering that he was Zoey's son, it seemed only natural.At that moment, Jacob hurried over and announced, "Your Highness, the intelligence report is back. It hasn't been successful yet."Rafael wasn't surprised and merely asked, "Was there someone secretly escorting them?""Yes, there were experts sent along the route. Three battles took place, but we didn't gain much."Rafael's brow furrowed. "Were they suicide soldiers?""Based on their fighting

By chance, Carissa was aware of Viola's predicament.Of all the unfortunate timing, she happened to be there.Today, Carissa had been quietly monitoring the Garrison Unit's patrols. Recently, there had been assessments for several tasks, and patrolling was one of them. Though the previous misconduct had been rectified, many merchants, seeing the patrols, still tried to flatter them by offering goods, much like before.There had once been people assigned to watch over this, and though goods were confiscated, the effort had become lax. The patrols had grown more negligent, often stopping at coffeehouses to relax, a far cry from the discipline they were meant to uphold.Carissa had hoped to catch a group of them in the act, to set an example and deter others. Unexpectedly, she stumbled upon this situation instead.She had just been passing by Arcane Sanctum and had stopped in to ask for a cup of water. From behind the faint blue curtain in the back hall, she had witnessed the entire