Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1376

The conversation turned toward Hayden's predicament. His roundabout way of sending the letter showed just how difficult his situation had become.

When Violet and the others had stayed there, they hadn't noticed anything unusual. Only upon their departure did they realize that something was off with Gordon.

"Prince Hayden is truly sacrificing everything for the greater good," Jacob said with respect.

As a descendant of the Sanford family, Hayden never wished for this rebellion, especially when it involved his own son. The pain of it all must have been unbearable for Hayden.

They had investigated before and uncovered some of the inside details.

Jacob sighed heavily. "Prince Nicholas launched the rebellion in Prince Hayden's name, dragging him into this mess. Now, in his old age, he must bear such a stain on his reputation."

They were father and son. Though the throne had been forced upon Hayden, the world would never believe his innocence. The public would tear him apart, and the main attacks would certainly be aimed at him.

Everyone fell silent for a moment, their emotions subdued, and rational thought took over.

Carissa gave the order to be ready for action when the moment came.

The moment referred to was, of course, early the next morning. This had been mentioned during the military training—when Carissa called out, it would signal the moment for action.

At Hell Monarch Estate, the preparations were also underway. Violet spent the night choosing her weapons; she decided that for close combat, twin daggers were best—one in her left hand, the other in her right.

Bun selected a hammer.

"One swing and their skulls crack open," he said with a grin, savoring the thought of that sound.

Cynthia chose a sword, though her skills with both the sword and the whip were equally sharp. But for a battlefield, she knew it was better to use whatever would spill blood the quickest.

Kyle didn't reach for the fan or flute he was known for. Instead, he grabbed a short dagger, ideal for close-quarters combat.

They all knew they would be in the front lines—not hanging back to provide support.

As for Travis, he went with an iron staff, claiming that with one swing, he could take down five enemies.