Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1108

Rafael, Kyle, and Travis led the soldiers from Hell Monarch Estate as they galloped down the main road, quickly reaching the small grove. Torches lit the area like it was broad daylight, casting flickering shadows across the trees.

Even without wearing armor, Rafael sat tall on his massive steed. He commanded an air of authority, like a general ready to claim victory on the battlefield.

His sharp gaze swept over the area, but before he could speak, he heard Violet charging toward them, her furious shouts cutting through the night air.

"Beast! I'll kill you!"

She was unarmed, but the fury in her eyes made her seem like a wild animal charging forward with all her strength. She slammed into Yuvan's chest with a force that sent him stumbling back.

Carissa was quick to react. She moved aside but didn't intervene—letting Violet release her rage instead.

Yuvan was sent flying several feet, hitting the ground hard. He coughed violently, blood spilling from his mouth. Violet pounced on him, her hands landing mercilessly on his face, slapping him again and again. Though she had only just recovered from the poison, her fury pushed her beyond her limits. The strikes were swift, and within moments, she had slapped him into unconsciousness.

"What are you all waiting for? Help him!" Fiona shouted in alarm.

The suicide soldiers and guards moved forward to assist, but Rafael swiftly rode into their path, blocking them.

Travis raised his iron staff in front of him, a clear warning. "I dare any of you to try!"

The soldiers of Hell Monarch Estate stepped forward, forming a protective line, swords drawn and ready.

Seeing the tension rising, Wayne quickly called out, "It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding. Release them!"

He ordered his men to free Claire and Iris, who both had traces of blood on their necks. Thankfully, it seemed like only minor injuries.

Carissa stepped forward and addressed Rafael, saying, "Your Highness, the Capital Guard discovered that Prince Yuvan set up camp here last night, not far from the garrison outpost. We don't know what they intend to do."

Rafael glanced at her, his expression distant. Regardless, he understood her intention—to shift the focus of this matter onto the nearby garrison outpost.

"Mr. Mullen, send someone to notify General Farrell at the garrison outpost," Rafael ordered. "Tell him to keep a close eye out and prepare for any suspicious activity."

If they were going to redirect the blame, they had to go all in. Involving Thomas was necessary to make the act convincing.