The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven) novel Chapter 445

Chapter 445 Saxon Arrives.

The leader’s cold, commanding voice echoed through the banquet hall speakers, carrying the weight of a final ultimatum. Most of the crowd turned their eyes to Raven, their gazes laced with joy.

Ellie and John, who had been thoroughly humiliated by her before, were especially ecstatic, barely able to contain their glee. To them, Raven had already offended the Hiemal Court, the Sunset Empire’s royal family, and the military. Now, she’d even crossed the Foterik military. Survival was out of the question.

“Forget the countdown. Just let them in already.”

Raven glanced at the time, her patience wearing thin.

At this rate, today’s events wouldn’t wrap up until the early hours of the morning.

She didn’t mind, but Benedict was still growing and couldn’t afford to stay up late.

Turning back, she bent slightly and gently ruffled Benedict’s fluffy hair, her voice soft and reassuring.

“Just a little longer, and I’ll take you home.”

Benedict, unlike an ordinary child, showed no fear in the face of the tense situation.

Hearing Raven’s comforting words, he nodded obediently, his soft, childish voice ringing out. “Okay.”

The people around them sneered at Rave?

“Is she out of her mind?”

reaction, their mockery evident.

“She must’ve been scared senseless. Otherwise, how could she say something like that?”

“She’s offended so many powerful factions. There’s no way she’ll survive. Even if the military doesn’t kill her today, they’ll throw her into the interrogation dungeons. I’ve heard no one who enters the Sunset Empire’s military dungeons ever comes out alive.”

Meanwhile, the Foterik military snipers stationed outside had already taken their positions. From every tricky angle, their rifles were locked on Raven inside the banquet hall.

The moment the leader gave the order, they would blow Raven’s head off with their sniper rifles.

“One minute left!”

“Forty seconds.”

“Since you’re so eager to die, I’ll make it happen!”

A cold glint flashed in the Foterik Squad leader’s dark eyes. “Snipers, get ready to…”

Just as he was about to order the snipers to attack Raven, a sudden barrage of urgent car horns blared from behind. Startled, the leader turned around and saw seven or eight SUVS racing toward the Ortega family estate at full speed. The piercing sound of the horns caught the attention of everyone in the banquet hall, drawing their gazes to the floor–to- ceiling windows with curiosity.

The leader glanced at the license plates of the SUVs, his expression shifting instantly. He straightened his posture, puffing out his chest instinctively, and murmured under his breath, ‘The Chairman…‘