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Rafael took a seat first. His face was still smeared with blood, and his beard was clotted. His appearance was a mess, though his eyes remained sharp and bright
Sophie carefully lowered herself into a seat.
Rafael pulled out a confidential letter from his desk, and handed it to her. “This is the reason Westhaven has allied with Sandoria.”
Sophie’s eyes widened. She knew it-the alliance between Westhaven and Sandoria was likely connected to the destruction of her entire family!In Ilyrian, Westhaven’s marshal, Liam Simmons, stood on the city walls, watching the Starhaven soldiers. in the distance. Hatred and anger burned in his eyes.
“They won’t be able to defend the Southern Frontier,” he said coldly, his gaze almost fiery enough to incinerate the distant Starhaven troops.
“Your soldiers are injured and exhausted. Take a few days to rest before attacking again,” suggested Sandoria’s marshal, Victor.
Liam shook his head. His white hair was covered by a thick hat, and he exhaled clouds of white breath. Gripping the wall’s stone bricks, he said, “No! We can’t let them enjoy their victory for too long. We will resume the attack the day after tomorrow. Within three days, we must capture Tower City.”
Victor was indifferent. Most of the soldiers on the front lines were from Westhaven, and they had brought their own soldiers and supplies.
“We’ve investigated the matter you asked about. The general Freya Ernst is indeed among the Starhaven reinforcements, and is currently heading to the Southern Frontier battlefield.”
Liam’s fists clenched tightly, veins bulging on his forehead. “We must capture that woman alive at all costs!”
Victor was puzzled.
Freya was just one woman. Why did Liam harbor such deep enmity toward her?
“What grudge do you have against her? And don’t you have spies in Starhaven? Why rely on us to get Information?” Victor asked.
“Our spies…” Liam said slowly, releasing his grip and letting out a heavy sigh, the white mist swirling around his weary face, “have already completed their mission.”
Victor didn’t understand why Westhaven was helping Sandoria so unconditionally. He knew the alliance. between Sandoria’s and Westhaven’s kings aimed to strengthen trade and open sea routes after capturing the Southern Frontier. It was beneficial for both nations, and not considered a condition from
Westhaven.
is might
Victor speculated be related to Westhaven’s defeat at Victory Pass, where they had also surrendered.
He despised those who surrendered, but obviously knew how to keep his disdain to himself.
Meanwhile, Sophie left the command tent and slowly made her way back to the barracks, her eyes filled with overwhelming hatred.
The confidential letter from Rafael revealed that one of the prisoners Freya had captured was Westhaven’s prince.
The prince, who had gone to the battlefield for training, was captured by Freya at Fawnrun City. Despite being in captivity, he refused to reveal his identity. His stubbornness led to him being humiliated and tortured by Freya’s men, who eventually castrated him.
The prince’s capture was a key reason behind Westhaven’s surrender-they hoped to trade him back from Freya. Unfortunately, the prince was too weak to handle the humiliation and committed suicide after being released.
Westhaven was keen to keep the news of their prince’s disgraceful treatment and castration secret. They also wanted to hide that he had committed suicide due to the unbearable humiliation. Instead of confronting Starhaven head-on, Westhaven chose to ally with Sandoria to take revenge on the Southern Frontier battlefield.
The peace treaty was hastily signed in Fawnrun City, which was why Victory Pass’s victory was attributed solely to Freya.
Freya wasn’t even aware that the soldier she had tortured was Westhaven’s prince.
It made sense why Westhaven was so determined to eradicate Sophie’s entire household.
Freya Ernst!
Sophie fought to suppress her overwhelming hatred. Rafael emphasized that the bigger picture was crucial, and for now, they would focus on the Southern Frontier battle rather than the battle at Victory
Pass.
Sophie understood Rafael’s point, so she had to endure the seething rage in her heart. Even though ber throat tasted bitter and her mouth was filled with the metallic taste of blood, she had to hold it in. Moreover, this situation might implicate her grandfather. She had no choice but to endure, even if she couldn’t.
The people of Westhaven sought revenge but chose to indirectly address it on the Southern Frontier battlefield rather than confronting the truth head-on.
Freya had caused immense suffering on the Southern Frontier battlefield.
Otherwise, with the might of the Hell Monarch’s army, they could have reclaimed Ilyrian and Simonton in a matter of days.
Now that Westhaven was involved, how many soldiers would need to be sacrificed for ultimate victory?
Back in the camp, Sophie managed to compose herself.
Despite her promotion to regiment commander, she still had to share a small tent with Cynthia and the others. The only difference was the addition of two new blankets sent from Tower City.
Since Bun and Travis were men, a curtain was drawn in the middle of the tent for privacy while they undressed to tend to their wounds.
Everyone had suffered minor injuries, though nothing serious. The cold weather made the pain more intense than usual.
Sophie handed out medicine for their injuries, but no one needed it. After all, everyone going to battle brought their own supplies, and each guild had its own healing remedies.
Sophie took back the medicine. “Never mind.”
“Sophie,+heard your ex-husband and his new wife are coming to support us. Won’t that be awkward when you meet them?” Cynthia asked while dressing and cleaning up the powdered medicine on the floor. “Awkward? Not at all,” Violet snorted, her face as cold as frost. “Just treat them like the pigs and dogs they are! We don’t need to waste our time on such scum.”
Bun lifted the curtain, and asked, “By the way, why did your mother marry you off to that scoundrel?”
“He promised never to take a concubine,” Sophie lay down, feeling as if she’d been run over by a cart. Her body ached all over. “Mom probably thought that after all these years in the Pathfinders Guild, I was least suited for domestic disputes and worried I’d be at a disadvantage in the fight over wives and concubines.
Cynthia, whose once delicate face was now smeared with dried blood, said, “I don’t understand domestic affairs well, but your mother was right. Unfortunately, you ended up with an ungrateful bastard.”
Bun lowered the curtain again, and wrapped his wound with more bandages. “I guess your mother must be regretting her decision, huh? If it were me, I’d have brought servants and caused a ruckus at the Valor Estate. You were so fierce in the Pathfinders Guild. Why didn’t you give him a few lashes yourself?”
Sophie closed her eyes. “The noble circles in the capital are different from the martial world. After my divorce, people already look down on me. If I beat my ex-husband, people will criticize my family even if he’s no longer my husband. It’d also bring trouble to my unmarried relatives.”
“How could it affect your relatives? It’s your own business,” Bun said, baffled.
Violet said flatly, “No, she’s right. If someone finds out that a divorced woman from your family is beating her ex-husband, who would dare to marry into your family? It would be even worse if you have younger relatives who are still unmarried.”
Violet came from a prestigious family in the southern region, and had heard many such stories. For instance, her own family had a distant aunt who caused trouble for their family and affected their reputation. Despite an arranged engagement, Violet’s aunt eloped with a scholar and became a concubine. This led to difficulties for other family members seeking marriages, as high-status families looked down upon such scandals, and lower-status families were also deterred.
Anyway, the bottom line was that there were a lot of rules.
Violet grimaced, thinking about how such matters always caused her headaches.