Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 938

Leroy grew increasingly frustrated as he realized Salvador was deliberately ignoring him. To make matters worse, Rafael continued to exude an oppressive aura beside him, which only deepened his irritation. He could hardly suppress the urge to bring up the Victory Pass situation and settle it once and for all.

As his anger burned, his thoughts were interrupted by Rafael's voice, "I heard Marshal Liam was injured. Is he fully recovered now?"

Leroy broke his glare and replied stiffly, "Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. My brother is no longer in any danger."

"I thought he would be accompanying you today," Rafael said, his tone casual.

Leroy's gaze turned icy. "Though my brother is no longer seriously injured, he sustained heavy wounds and is not fit for travel."

"General Sullivan also suffered severe injuries. He was struck by arrows twice within a year, and has just recently turned 70. Yet, for the sake of our two kingdoms, he has come back to the capital from Victory Pass," replied the prince, pretending to be unaware of the fact that Liam had been thrown into prison.

Leroy furrowed his brows. What was that supposed to mean? They had agreed not to bring up such matters today. If they were to speak of it, he had plenty to say in return.

But before he could respond, Rafael casually shifted the conversation, saying, "By the way, I've heard that you have a great passion for crafting swords, Mr. Stellwyn. Have you recently forged any exceptional weapons? I'd love to see one."

The topic had shifted with such ease, leaving Leroy seething with rage.

His eyes bulged as he snapped, "Military duties have kept me too busy to forge swords. If you want to see Westhaven's weaponry, there will be plenty of opportunities, Your Highness."

After all, Rafael could always see them on the battlefield, right?

Rafael met his gaze and responded with a soft, almost nonchalant, "Sure."

Though the words were spoken quietly, they struck Leroy as strangely provocative. He couldn't shake the feeling that the prince was subtly daring him, perhaps even seeking conflict.