Chapter 65

“Has she sent a reply yet?”

Fenrir exhales loudly, frustrated, before shaking his head.

“No,” he answers the anxious General.

“If she’d already read our missive, she’s likely on her way back as we speak. She would not bother to write back.”

General Liefeng nods in agreement, quietly praising Fenrir’s perfect assumption of the Queen’s personality.

Among them that remained in the palace, he was put in charge and Liefeng could now see why. They seemed closer than everyone thought. Liefeng looked at Fenrir’s torch-illuminated back, who was preoccupied watching over the walls as they camped in the southern watchtower. The night was deep, yet they were yet to get a wink of sleep.

It was not only them. The entire Capital is awake and anxiously awaiting the attack. It was all too predictable, yet their defense was anything but stable for this expected attack.

“I sincerely wish our assumption is wrong,” Liefeng admits after a moment of silence. Fenrir’s eyes slightly shook, but he did not make