The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven) novel Chapter 365

Chapter 365 Raven, Salute Commander Bradley

Hearing the middle–aged captain’s question, Miles quickly stepped in to defuse the situation. “Captain, please don’t take it to heart. My granddaughter is still young and doesn’t know any better. We’ll head over right away.”

As he spoke, he struggled to move.

However, the moment he moved, his injuries hurt, causing his brows to knit tightly together.

Raven noticed his sudden stiffness and immediately pressed down on his arm, stopping him from trying to prop himself up. Then, she turned to the middle–aged captain and, with a calm yet commanding tone, said two words, “Get out.”

The middle–aged captain’s heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively took a step back. But realizing he’d been startled by a young girl, his expression darkened.

A cold sneer spread across his face as he looked at Raven. “Fine. Just don’t regret this later.”

With that, he turned and left the room without hesitation.

“Raven.” Miles watched the middle–aged captain leave, his gaze shifting to Raven, filled with worry.

With a personality like hers, she was bound to face challenges in the military.

But looking at the granddaughter he had only recently acknowledged, he couldn’t bring himself to reprimand her.

Raven gently pressed his shoulder back onto the bed and adjusted the blanket before speaking. “Your body hasn’t fully

healed yet. Staying outside for three hours could worsen your injuries. Your health matters more than meeting Commander Bradley.”

Miles froze, caught off guard by her words.

A moment later, his eyes reddened uncontrollably.

He had thought she was just being headstrong, but now he realized it was all out of concern for him.

He didn’t know what he’d done to deserve such a thoughtful and sensible granddaughter.

Taking a deep breath, Miles’s gaze grew resolute.

He thought, ‘Today, even if it costs me my life, I’ll fight to secure a bright future for my granddaughter.’ “Beep!”

Just as Miles resolved himself, Raven’s custom phone chimed with a notification.

She pulled out her phone and opened the message. A stream of intelligence reports from Hugmuinn about Lionel appeared on the screen.

She read through them one by one, her gaze growing colder with each line.

Half an hour later.

The massive training ground at the heart of the camp, spanning an area equivalent to ten football fields, was packed with soldiers in matching uniforms.

Lionel stood atop a towering platform nearly 30 feet high in the center of the venue.