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He spoke slowly, “Currently, the Hell Monarch’s whereabouts are unknown. However, the negotiations can’t be delayed any further. We must report back to the court. In your opinion, when should we terminate the negotiations?” Timothy and Louis exchanged glances. They both understood that Rafael hadn’t gone missing or hidden away. Instead, he was leading a team to Sandoria’s border city to rescue Septimus.
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Rafael had instructed them not to inform Oliver about his whereabouts, as the latter was too impulsive. If I learned Rafael’s mission, he might become arrogant or careless during the negotiations, which would easily be noticed by Victor, who was no simple opponent.
After spending such a long time on the Southern Frontier battlefield, he was both brave and cautious, with a keen sense of suspicion. Oliver would find it difficult to outmaneuver him. “Why are you dawdling?” Oliver frowned. “In such a tense situation, why are you all spacing out?”
Louis was silent. Why was this considered a tense situation? How many such situations had they faced during battles? But he didn’t dare voice his thoughts. Although he wasn’t fond of Oliver, he had to respect his position as the appointed marshal.
“Marshal Prince, I think we should drag this out for another ten days or so, and hold a few more rounds of negotiations. At least it will show that we’ve done everything possible,” Louis suggested. Oliver shook his head. “Ten days or more is too long. Marshal Crow is already impatient. You saw the last negotiation-he’s pressing hard for an answer now.”
Timothy interjected, “Marshal Prince, regardless of his impatience, we should hold off for now. The king’s order was for you to negotiate, but the final decision rests with the mar- the prince. We need to find him first. “Once we locate him, he can decide whether to reject Marshal Crow’s demands outright or to offer a city in exchange for Septimus. Of course, I’m saying this with your best interest in mind to avoid public criticism.” Louis added, “He’s right, Marshal Prince. No matter what decision is made, the people will criticize it once they find out. If things get out of control, the king will have no choice but to use you to calm the unrest.”
Though Oliver was not particularly capable, he wasn’t a fool. He knew these two had served under the Duke of Northwatch and the Hell Monarch for years. He found it hard to believe they would sacrifice Rafael for his sake. His eyes narrowed. “Are you hiding something from me? Do you know the Hell Monarch’s whereabouts?”
Timothy clasped his hands together.
“Marshal Prince, I don’t know where Prince Rafael is, and I have no intention of harming him. However since the prince is not here at camp and is the king’s younger brother, the king will undoubtedly protect him. But you are not in the same position. I am well aware that we follow you, not the prince, and thus am considering your interests.”
Oliver pondered for a moment, his gaze growing colder.
Eventually, he announced, “Five days. In five days, I will tell Marshal Crow that the Hell Monarch advocates for abandoning the negotiations. You will act as witnesses.” Timothy and Louis were taken aback.
Five days? And he planned to tell Victor that Rafael advocated for abandoning the negotiations? Wouldn’t that reveal the prince’s presence in Simonton City?
Five days-would Rafael be able to rescue Septimus in that time?
On the fourth day since the assassins appeared in Valor Estate, Sophie was summoned to the palace. Before this, no one from the Royal Citadel had come to question her, nor had the garrison unit appeared.
Sophie wasn’t surprised. After all, the Royal Citadel and the garrison unit would have used the information they got from the Jaffe family to conduct their investigation. They needed to gather a coherent account before reporting to the king. Only then would the king summon her to the palace for questioning.
As Sophie made her way to the palace, Blake finally forced himself out of bed and headed straight for Freya’s room.
He had been bedridden for several days, recovering from his injuries. He had also been stewing with anger for days. Although his wounds were superficial, he had received over a dozen sword wounds and had no choice but to remain in bed to recover. If he didn’t, he risked permanent damage. If that happened, he would lose all his value and might even be unable to serve as a member of the Capital Guard.
Freya had also been confined to bed for a few days. As her injuries were less severe, she could have gotten up earlier, but she didn’t want to move. Everyone in the residence regarded her with hostility-even the servants looked at her with fear and disgust. She still received three meals a day and the necessary medication she needed. No one dared stop them. She and Blake were married by the king’s edict, and the Jaffe family didn’t dare ask him to divorce her.
After what happened, Freya realized that Blake had completely lost any affection for her. All remnants of their past feelings were gone.
So, when he stormed in angrily, she was already mentally prepared.
Blake yanked her off the bed, his face dark with gloom and fury. He roared, “Why did you use me to shield yourself from their attacks? Did you want me to die in the face of danger? Is this your idea of considering our future?”
Freya looked at him coldly. “I did it because the assassins didn’t intend to kill you. Did you think I really wanted you to die for me? The assassins were targeting me that night, but they showed mercy towards you. Have you wondered why?”
Blake threw her roughly back onto the bed, his anger boiling over. “Don’t try to deceive me with your excuses. I’m sick of your lies. Even if the assassins didn’t want to kill me, I couldn’t have avoided their blows. When you pulled me in front of you, you grabbed my arms so tightly that I couldn’t even defend myself. Freya, you’re so cruel!”
“I’m cruel? You’re an idiot!” Freya propped herself up on the bed, her face twisted with anger as she glared at her husband. “Have you ever wondered why the assassins were only after me and didn’t try to kill you?
“How did Sophie swoop in to save you at the perfect moment? Just as those swords were about to strike you, her spear came flying in. How could a person’s weapon arrive before the person themselves? It only proves one thing: she had been there all along.”
“What are you trying to say now?” Blake asked as stood in front of the bed, looking at the woman who had utterly disappointed him.
“I’m saying you’re brainless! Sophie clearly sent those assassins! She wanted to kill me! That’s why the assassins spared you!” Freya shouted. “That’s bullshit!”
Enraged, Blake raised his hand as if to slap her, but his hand froze in mid-air for a moment before he pulled it back.
He said coldly, “If it were Sophie, why didn’t she just kill those assassins outright? Why leave them alive for my uncle to take back to the Royal Citadel? It was you who killed those assassins because you feared they might be from Westhaven. You were afraid that the authorities would find out about what happened in Fawnrun City!
“Freya, don’t try to act so righteous. You’re clearly guilty. You know the crimes you committed in Fawnrun City were heinous. Your indiscriminate killing makes you no better than a beast.”
Freya laughed harshly. After her laughter subsided, she wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
“Foolish-you’re truly foolish, Blake. Sophie’s scheme worked. Yes, I am guilty. I was worried that those assassins were from Westhaven. But the moment I saw their masks lifted, I knew it was all a trap set by Sophie.
“She has always hated your whole family. But instead of getting revenge, she wanted all of you to be grateful to her. Look at you now-you’ve fallen for it. You even think she has feelings for you. Oh, Blake, how could you be so stupid?”
Blake watched Freya with a cold, unfeeling gaze as she smiled and mocked him with her words.
“If you hadn’t fed me all that nonsense about wanting success for our future, I might’ve believed you. But Freya, now I’d sooner trust a dog than you. You lied to me from the start. When I questioned you about Fawnrun City, you never told me the truth. Even when the truth came out, you were evasive and tried to cover it up. And now you want to incite me to doubt Sophie?”
He leaned in closer, his voice icy and disdainful, “Do you think I can still trust you? Do you remember how unsightly you acted that night? You were only concerned with saving yourself. You rushed straight to Grace Mansion and locked Viola and her two maids out. “No matter how hard they banged on the door, you refused to open it. Actually, I was wrong. It wasn’t just an unsightly display-it was a show of how selfish and cruel you are. If you told everyone else what you said to Viola, do you think they would believe you? I don’t believe a word of it.
“Julia, Yvonne, and the estate’s guards didn’t have to die. If you had fought alongside me instead of fleeing to Grace Mansion, I would have willingly faced death with you even if we both had been killed by the assassins.”
He straightened up slowly. “But you didn’t. You chose to escape to Grace Mansion, and you chose to drag down the people in the residence. Your life is precious to you, but the lives of others mean nothing. Don’t forget, Julia and Yvonne were women too. Where’s the so- called love you have for women? You boast about it so loudly, but your actions are cruel. That’s who you are-selfish and as poisonous as a serpent.”
Freya’s face momentarily froze, as if she couldn’t believe Blake was no longer easily deceived.
She snorted and retorted indifferently, “Say what you want. Anyone with a brain would think deeply about why Sophie knew about the danger in Valor Estate and why she came to rescue us. Don’t try to tell me she’s just a martial artist with a warm heart who’s willing to put aside past grudges and risk her life to save your family.”
“Risk her life?” Blake looked at her with contempt. “Perhaps it was dangerous for you, but do you think it was for her? How many moves did she use to deal with those assassins? Did you see it? You said you’re the first female general of the era. You even said she couldn’t shake your position. Don’t you feel embarrassed? Even if you aren’t, I feel embarrassed for you!”
Freya finally lost her temper and yelled in exasperation, “Blake! If you regard me so lightly, go to Sophie. Didn’t you ask her if she still has feelings for you? Go on, defeat Prince Rafael and win Sophie back. I’ll gladly give up my position as your rightful wife!”
Blake looked at her coldly. “Did I hit a nerve? Did touch a sore spot? You’ve always only cared about your so-called position as the first female general. What’s laughable is that Sophie has never given it a second thought. What matters to you means nothing to her.”
Freya stood up and swung a fist at his face, screaming in a fit of hysteria, “Get out! Get out of here!”
The force of the punch caused the wound on her injured arm to open up again. Blood stained her sleeves.
Blake merely rubbed his cheek, ignoring the blood dripping from his wife’s arm. “Evil deeds will always be met with retribution. I got mine, and you’ll get yours. Beware, the civilians of Westhaven you slaughtered might come back to haunt you in your dreams.”
“Ridiculous!” Freya laughed maniacally, her movements erratic.
“Let them come! I was able to kill them so easily. What do I have to fear now that they’re dead? I did nothing wrong. The people off
Westhaven are enemies of Starhaven. Whether they’re soldiers or civilians, they all deserve to die.”
“You’re absolutely hopeless. You’re so capable of killing, but instead of fighting enemies, you vent your anger on civilians to show off your power? How blind was I to have chosen you back then?” said Blake.
“If you’re so capable, divorce me! Go ahead, divorce me!” Freya roared.