Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

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 cto 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.

Celeste didn't feel guilty toward Zoey. On the contrary, Zoey should be grateful to her for revealing Oliver's true

nature what a dishonorable man he was!

Despite her thoughts, the words that cout of her mouth were filled with sensitivity and vulnerability.

"Though | know what my adoptive father says may not be true, if it is, | just want the three of us to stay far from

the battlefield. Even if life is harder, as long as | have you and our son by my side, | will fear nothing." "Alright, |

promise you," Oliver replied, his heart growing more tender. "If war does break out, we'll leave here. | won't need

any title, not even that of a marshal. Don't worry, | won't let you suffer. We have enough money. Wherever we

go, we will live well."

Celeste clung to him, though resentment simmered beneath her composed exterior. The mission that had been

assigned to her was not this-this was a compromise, a task born out of necessity, not choice. The man had

hoped that Oliver would take part of his forces from the Southern Frontier and assist him. Unfortunately, Oliver

was utterly useless. He had been wounded on the battlefield once, and it had stripped him of any courage he

might have had. 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 battlefield.

Celeste had thought 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 weak was actually a compliment-he was nothing but a

waste.

Having this child was originally to better control him. Since he wanted a warm family, she would give him one. In

the end, everything she gave him was just an illusion-her affection and even the child.

Once the task entrusted to her was done, she would simply leave. She wouldn't even take the child with her.

Whether he lived or died was up to his fate.

From the moment the child was born, she hadn't held him much. She refused to form any emotional bonds, not

even the smallest hint of maternal attachment.

She had witnessed the misery of mothers bound by their children. Her mom had been such a woman, unable to

die even when death seemed the only release, bound by the care for her two daughters. Only at the end, after

much suffering, had she finally found peace.

Now, Celeste was eager to finish her task and claim what was rightfully hers. Then, she would be free- no longer

tied down by false pretenses. The world would be her oyster, and all she needed was to indulge herself, to care

for herself as she saw fit.

How glorious those days would be!

The wind in the Southern Frontier was particularly bitter this tof year, a late spring chill that made both the

citizens and soldiers shiver.

The wheat harvested last year had sprouted. In the southern regions, wheat was now being harvested, and the

grains could be ground into fragrant flour. Unfortunately, there were too few places suitable for growing wheat.

Above, a graceful eagle soared across the sky, the vibrant blue stretching far beneath it. The land, once plagued

with unrest, now seemed to find smeasure of peace as the people lived in orderly prosperity. The elders of

the Southern Frontier often said with a sigh, "It's good not to have war."

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