Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1295

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...

No, the real tragedy was that Oliver wouldn't be there to enjoy any of it. He wouldn't be there to hear people address him respectfully and in awe.

Celeste's arms tightened around him from behind, and he could hear her quiet sobs. The sound of her grief weighed on him like a thousand stones.

"My love, if you fall on the battlefield, then I and our son will follow you," she cried, her voice thick with grief.

The warmth of her tears burned his shoulder, as though her sorrow was searing through him.

Without thinking, he blurted, "No, I cannot die!"

His hand shot out to grasp Celeste's, pulling her to him. His eyes, for the first time, were filled with a resolve he had never shown before.

"None of us will die. We promised each other that if war came, we would leave this place."