Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1432

Kyle's painting was truly impressive—his brushwork brought the image to life with remarkable detail.

Everyone in the room gazed at the figure on the paper, then looked at Salvador, who still sat in his chair without showing any sign of fatigue. It was as though the man had stepped right into the canvas. Even his earlier expression was captured perfectly.

The fine lines near his eyes, the few strands of white hair at his temples, the small black mole at the corner of his mouth, and the subtle creases on his lips—all of it was there, down to the last detail. Though the colors had yet to be applied to his clothes, the intricate patterns were already outlined, and it was identical to the real thing.

Salvador seemed like he was seeing such a clear version of himself for the first time. He stared for a while, then touched his face and said, "I really have gotten older."

He rarely even looked into a mirror. When he did, it was never this clear.

"You're not old, Your Majesty," Derek said, offering a compliment. "In my eyes, you look just over twenty."

Salvador glanced at him and chuckled. "I do share quite a few similarities with my younger brother."

He turned to Carissa. "What do you think, Commander Sinclair?"

Carissa had been yawning continuously, her eyes red from it. When he asked, she nodded and said, "Yes, Your Majesty and His Highness do look somewhat alike."

Salvador's smile grew wider, the shadows of his earlier gloom seemingly swept away in an instant.

However, Rafael was much more handsome, and his features were sharper—that was what Carissa added silently in her mind.

Indeed, Rafael and Salvador's facial features were somewhat alike. After all, they shared the same dad, and their mom had been the sister of the other's. Yet, it was never something one would notice, for their temperaments were so different.

Salvador was not one for smiles. His face was usually stern and commanding, and the lines of his face seemed much more rigid.

On the other hand, Rafael had softened considerably after his marriage. If his harshness was stripped away, he became the picture of a refined gentleman.

Salvador stared at the painting for a long time, his gaze lingering on the eyes. Finally, he dismissed everyone, leaving only Kyle behind. Even Carissa was allowed to return and rest.

Salvador smiled faintly. "I don't want to be a tyrant ruler, but I'm also afraid of becoming a foolish one."

Kyle's gaze remained puzzled, but he replied, "You're neither a tyrant nor a fool, Your Majesty."

"Who can say?" Salvador said, weariness creeping into his voice. He raised a hand to his forehead, as if to steady his thoughts. "I can't figure it out, nor can I predict it."

"If you can't figure it out or predict it, why not simply observe? Even if you can't see everything, you'll see something. A nobleman judges by actions, not thoughts," Kyle replied.

Salvador was momentarily startled, then said, "You're right. Observing will reveal something. But being in a position of power and surrounded by so many who wear masks—it's hard to tell. Who could have guessed before that Nicholas harbored treasonous thoughts?"

Kyle answered calmly, "One cannot judge everyone the same way. People are different. Throughout history, men like Nicholas have always been the rare exception. You should also look at the many loyal and honorable lords, Your Majesty. They are the majority."

Salvador fell silent for a long moment, then finally looked up and said, "I should return to the palace."