Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1472

"If Sebastian is willing to enter the palace, he will surely do everything in his power," Carissa said softly.

Victoria's gaze became distant, and soon, tears began to fall. "He can try his hardest, but even with all his effort, there may be no hope. Now, I only wish for His Majesty to live long enough to set things in order, to secure the future of the kingdom."

Seeing her cry, Carissa couldn't help but feel sorrow as well. She had once heard her mom speak of Victoria as a woman of great strength, someone who wouldn't shed a tear even in the face of the greatest challenges. Tears from her were precious, and now, seeing them fall made everything feel heavier.

Carissa didn't know how to offer comfort. It seemed that what Victoria needed wasn't soothing words, but quiet companionship. So, Carissa sat by her side in silence.

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Meanwhile, Rafael had gone to Arcane Sanctum, where he found Sebastian already prepared. After Rafael and Carissa had been summoned to the palace, Jacob had gone ahead to inform Sebastian. So, he had been expecting the visit.

This time, Sebastian didn't bring any of his apprentices but went alone with Rafael. Ivy and Rowan had tried to follow but were sternly ordered back.

As they traveled in the carriage, Rafael assured, "I will ensure your safety."

Sebastian was inspecting his medical supplies. Without looking up, he replied casually, "It doesn't matter. If my head is to fall, it's my own choice."

"It won't come to that," Rafael insisted firmly. "Since I'm escorting you to the palace, I will make sure you return safely."

Sebastian closed the medical chest with a click, locking it securely. He leaned back against the plush seat, his gaze dark and distant, lost in thought. For a long while, he didn't speak, and when he finally did, his voice was low, reflective.

"His name was Jonah Claude," Sebastian began, his eyes unfocused. "At three, he could recite the medicinal rhymes. By five, he knew every herb by name. By sixteen, he had already mastered his craft, and by twenty-five, he was renowned across the land.

"Though there are others who hold the title of Miracle Healer, including me, Jonah was the true Miracle Healer."

Rafael sat up straighter, his expression serious, quietly listening.

"Physicians are supposed to be compassionate, treating all who come to them without prejudice, be it beggars or nobles. Jonah did just that. If a patient couldn't afford the fee, he'd still offer his medicine at no charge. That's why he was always poor.