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Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 558
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Once the maid left, Carissa began, "Prince Rafael went to Simonton City to negotiate with Sandoria's representatives over an informant named Septimus. Septimus is an informant who escaped after being captured by our enemy. During the Southern Frontier conflict, he continuously sent us intelligence. However, he was recently caught, and the Sandoria people are trying to exchange him for Simonton City." As Carissa spoke, everyone's breathing grew rapid, waiting for her to continue.

"So, the king dispatched Prince Rafael to Simonton City. On the surface, it was for negotiations. In actuality, Prince Rafael would secretly attempt a rescue operation. Septimus has been rescued, and he's now in Simonton City. It has been confirmed that Septimus is actually Lawrence Ziegler, the Marquis of Elderglen's second son. "However, his injuries are severe. Prince Rafael's message via carrier pigeon requests that Sebastian and Lady Kayla be brought along. We must leave tonight. There is no tto waste." "Oh, my God! Oh, heavens!" Agnes trembled all over. The news that her son was not dead, but was gravely injured instead, was almost too much for her to bear. "I-I'll go too!" Julian held his mother, and supported her in standing up. "Mom, you shouldn't go. I'll go in your place. I'll accompany my sister-in-law." His voice was already choked with emotion.

"I will also go," Edwin said, his voice slightly trembling. He smiled, but his eyes were filled with tears. "Our son is brave and remarkable. We will go and bring him home. We must." Edwin was known to be a stoic man. He was a marquis and a dignified second-rank official. Back then, he had managed to hold back tears upon hearing the news of his son's sacrifice.

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But now, he couldn't contain his tears after hearing that his son was alive. He couldn't, not even with the Hell Monarch's princess consort present and standing before him.

Carissa said, "Lord Edwin, as Minister of Infrastructure, you can't easily leave the capital. However, Lord Julian can accompany us." Julian worked in the Ministry of Justice. He held a lower position, and could take leave without much trouble. Julian immediately stood up. "I'll go back to pack my things now. Dad, please inform my workplace that a family emergency has happened, and I will be away." Agnes' tears fell in a steady stream as she suddenly knelt on the floor. "Your Grace, I know you're acquainted with Sebastian. I implore you to do everything in your power to ensure he accompanies you." Agnes knew Sebastian rarely went on such distant missions, and their standing alone might not be enough to persuade him. Therefore, she could only appeal to Carissa.

Carissa quickly helped the older woman to her feet. "Don't worry, Sebastian will definitely agree to go. Lord Lawrence was gravely injured while serving the country, and Sebastian won't just stand by and do nothing." After assisting Agnes to her feet, Carissa turned to Edwin. "We need to move quickly, so let's hurry." "Quick, urge them to hurry up," Edwin immediately ordered.

Kayla was unaware of the full situation. She only knew that Carissa wanted her to go to Westglade. She knew where Westglade was. She had memorized every county and state from the capital to the Southern Frontier. She had studied those routes countless times.

Maybe it was the bond of marriage that gave her intuition, but she felt something urgent stirring within her. Without hesitation, she ordered her belongings to be packed and rushed out.

Kayla had only run so swiftly in her life once-when her husband had joined the army. Back then, she had dashed through the streets with a veil on her face, wanting to catch a glimpse of his back as he disappeared into the distance.

ΛΟ Now, she was running again. She knew it was for her husband, who might still be alive.

In truth, she had never fully accepted Lawrence's death because she hadn't seen his body to confirm it. Despite the years that had passed and the silence, she had held onto her betief. She just couldn't bring herself to voice it to anyone else. Such statements often brought discomfort-either empty consolations or resigned sighs.

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She maintained her belief silently in her heart, even if it meant deceiving herself. Without this faith, how could she continue with life? As Kayla entered the main hall, she saw Carissa and everyone else gazing at her with tearful eyes.

Her heart sank. It seemed that things were not as simple as she thought.

Julian was also ready and said, "Kayla is here. We should set out immediately."

Julian's wife, Tessa, stepped forward.

She embraced Kayla as she cried, "Be careful on the road. Bring Lawrence home." "Tessa!" Kayla's lips trembled. "He... He isn't dead, right?" Carissa took Kayla's hand and said, "Let's talk while we walk."

"O-Okay!" Kayla's tears flowed continuously, but her steps did not falter. She managed to keep pace with Carissa.