One fact was now clear: Lucille, that "witch," was very much alive.
The news left Fiona furious and unwilling to accept it. Worse yet, she had just received orders from the royal court to retreat. Setting out in force only to scuttle away upon learning Lucille Everard was alive? She could hardly swallow the shame.
Rumor had it Lucille herself had arrived, yet the one hurling insults at them was that upstart Lina.
Fiona couldn't help overthinking it. She suspected Lucille was deliberately using her as a "whetstone" to hone Lina's skills—and she refused to stand for it!
Striding back and forth in her command tent, she finally paused when her young female attendant spoke: "What are your orders, Marshal?"
Fixing her gaze on the attendant dressed in violet, Fiona's expression softened a fraction. "Zira, I'm not ready to admit defeat."
