Melody of Strength novel

“Your Majesty, what is Septimus‘ true identity?” Rafael asked.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

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When Rafael received Septimus‘ Intelligence from Louis, he had investigated all the military commanders and captured soldiers, only to find that none of them were named Septimus Tetra.

Salvador shook his head. “I don’t know. It’s likely that no one knows. Your late father–in–law received the initial intelligence. Perhaps he knew his identity, or perhaps even he didn’t know. Since Septimus was able to escape from the enemy camp, it indicates that his martial arts skills are quite impressive, and that he is no ordinary soldier.”

Rafael frowned.

When he received the intelligence from Septimus, he hadn’t inquired about his identity. Moreover, even if he had asked, Septimus‘ identity would likely not have been disclosed to avoid compromising the intelligence. It was too risky.

“Your Majesty, he has provided a lot of valuable intelligence and has done our kingdom a great service. We must rescue him,” Rafael said.

Salvador nodded, his gaze solemn. “So, I need you to go in person. One thing we know for certain is that he’s still alive. Sandoria intends to use him to negotiate for a city in exchange. According to Timothy’s report, Septimus is imprisoned in a dungeon at

unknown. Your task is to locate where he is bandora’s border city. However, the exact location is still

held, then find an opportunity to rescue him.”

Rafael knelt on one knee, his gaze resolute. “I understand and accept your command, Your Majesty.” Salvador sighed. “For now, Oliver is dragging out the negotiations. Sandoria’s resentment towards Septimus is deep, so he is likely to suffer. In any case, whether he is dead or alive, bring him back. We need to know who he really is.”

“Understood. I will depart for Sandoria’s border city tomorrow. I will leave the Supreme Court matters to Matthew for now,” Rafael replied.

“Be careful. Bring along several skilled fighters and disguise yourselves as civilians to gather information. If you can’t rescue him, do not be reckless, understood?”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

Salvador added, “Also, Patrick has gone to Brightmoor District to investigate the case of the family that was annihilated. We now have some clues about the true culprits, so you need not worry about that matter. Don’t let it distract you.”

Rafael nodded slightly.

Salvador continued, “And about Leona, I also don’t wish to interfere too much in the affairs of my ministers‘ families. Have Carissa take good care of her I truly hope that Uncle Harvey…”

Salvador trailed off, shaking his head.

He knew all too well what Harvey’s intentions were. The older man wanted to remain in the capital, not

out of devotion towards his mother, Megan, but because he was unwilling to leave the wealth and privilege of the capital.

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Harvey’s inherent weakness, combined with his scheming nature, was evident. Despite Megan’s old age, he hadn’t even taken her out of the palace to live elsewhere, leaving her with a few other elderly concubines. His so–called devotion was merely a facade, and his supposed love for his children was tainted with both cowardice and cunning.

“You don’t have to worry, Your Majesty. Carissa has sent people to look after Leona. With you having reprimanded the Earl of Gracehold today, they should no longer neglect Leona. However, Samuel has indeed disrespected his primary wife, and he is not someone who should be trusted with any significant responsibilities,” Rafael said.

Salvador’s eyes were filled with disgust. “I’m well aware of that. I’ll allow him to keep his title, but he’ll never serve in court again. He has now lost the chance to inherit the title of the Earl of Gracehold. As for selecting a new heir, let the Earl of Gracehold’s family be in chaos for a while. Let them create trouble elsewhere, as long as it does not harm Leona.”

“Your considerations are thoughtful, Your Majesty.”

“Have you heard about that courtesan from a brothel, who’s supposedly the daughter of one of the concubines in Aunt Eleanor’s household?” Salvador asked, looking at his brother.

“Yes, I’ve heard about it.”

In fact, it was Winona who had uncovered the information.

Salvador mused, “What do you think our aunt is trying to achieve? A daughter from a grand princess household was sent to a brothel and then into a noble family. Was the Earl of Gracehold’s family the only one affected? Or are there other households involved, perhaps under different pretenses?”

Salvador valued family loyalty, but was also deeply suspicious. He had a talent for connecting even the smallest hints into a web of possibilities.

“You might consider sending someone to investigate further. Your Majesty,” Rafael suggested.

Salvador smiled. “It’s not a pressing issue. You may go about your duties.”

“I will take my leave.” Rafael saluted and withdrew.