Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1285

"I dare not speak further today, nor would | approach Prince Rafael. | fear His Majesty might misunderstand,"

Davis replied.

Jeremiah nodded gravely. "Yes, the Ministry of Defense should avoid any private dealings with the Hell Monarch.

For now, it's best to keep your distance."

He paused, his brow furrowing as he suppressed his growing concern over the Southern Frontier. Then, he said,

"Recommend someone to act as the military overseer. Or if you believe Marshal Prince cannot handle the

command during wartime, perhaps recommend General Thomas as an alternative." Davis raised a brow.

"General Thomas is already the commanding officer of the military outposts. It wouldn't be right to transfer him

to the Southern Frontier. It might be better to have General Timothy and General Quinton jointly lead the

campaign instead. Besides, with the internal strife in the capital, the military outposts here cannot go without a

general."

Jeremiah considered this and thoughtfully said, "That's a valid point. However, when presenting your

recommendations to the king, you must propose more than just the Hell Monarch.

Davis slumped into his seat, throwing up his hands in frustration. "I'm not one for finesse. | speak plainly, and the

facts are clear-the Hell Monarch is the most suitable choice. As for the rebels... they're not much of a threat for

now. They're trapped in Valken and can't escape, and they have no intention of attacking. General Murray can

handle them."

Jeremiah waved a hand dismissively. "Do not underestimate the rebels. You know well that they have ties to

Sandoria. Anyone capable of such an alliance surely has been scheming for a long time. It's more complicated

than you think."

Davis paused, taking in Jeremiah's words before replying, "You make a fair point. Then, perhaps | should go

before the king tomorrow and suggest that the Hell Monarch be involved in addressing the internal unrest. That

might be acceptable, right?"

Jeremiah gave a small, approving nod. "Yes, that could work."

Tiberius was temporarily thrown into the dungeon. Although Salvador hadn't issued an official edict yet, Rafael

believed Tiberius couldn't escape a death sentence-it was just a matter of how he would die. Thomas, who was

on leave due to his upcoming wedding, visited Hell Monarch Estate that evening. The Septimus Tetra

reconnaissance team had not disbanded, and their network of communication remained intact. Thus, Thomas

was well-informed of the situation outside the capital.

As soon as he entered, he wasted no tand immediately said, "Marshal Prince is unfit to lead. A commander

who hesitates in battle will surely destroy the morale of the entire army."

As his former brother-in-law, Thomas knew Oliver all too well.

Timothy had written to Thomas about Oliver's actions at the Southern Frontier. Many of these letters were written

when Timothy felt frustrated and needed someone to vent to, so they contained every detail, no matter how

small.

"Marshal Prince is used to a life of indulgence. If it comes down to a real battle, he'll back down. His resolve

represents the will of the Southern Frontier Army. No matter how much effort General Timothy or General Louis

put in, Marshal Prince is still the commanding general on the frontlines.

"If he chooses to hold back or retreat, and General Timothy and General Louis disobey him, any defeat or heavy

casualties could result in Marshal Prince submitting a report that would cost them their heads." Rafael stayed

silent because Thomas was stating the hard truth.

Once the war began, if Oliver was willing to listen to Louis and Timothy, there would likely be no major issues.

Both men were experienced in fighting the Sandorian forces and were familiar with their tactics and strategies.

But Oliver had never been the type to listen to his generals. He craved recognition, so he might keep rejecting

Louis and Timothy's suggestions just to assert his authority as the commanding general. Rafael's greatest fear,

however, wasn't just Oliver's disregard for his subordinates-it was the man's potential fear when facing the

ferocity of the Sandorian forces. If Oliver faltered, how could the Southern Frontier Army find the resolve to fight?

Noticing the troubled look on Thomas' face, Rafael tried to reassure him, "Your big day is coming soon, so don't

worry about the Southern Frontier for now. General Timothy and General Louis are there. The Southern Frontier

will hold strong."

Thomas sighed deeply. "It'll hold, yes, but | fear the fighting may drag on too long and the casualties will be

heavy. The people of the Southern Frontier have just started to live in peace after years of suffering. And now,

war looms once again..."

His voice faltered as a painful weight settled in his chest. So many soldiers’ spirits had been lost in that land,

their bodies buried deep within the soil. After all the bloodshed and hardship, they had finally managed to find a

fragile peace.

And now, war was coming once more. When would the people's suffering end?

"Forget it. | sound like a gossiping old woman, constantly speaking ill of others," said Thomas, pressing his palm

to his forehead. "Perhaps, when the battle truly begins, Marshal Prince won't be so indulgent. After all these

years stationed at the Southern Frontier, I'm sure he must feel sattachment to the land and its people."

Convincing himself to trust Oliver was no easy task. But for now, Salvador had yet to issue any orders. Once the

Sandorian army arrived at the border, it would be too late to send a general to the frontlines.