Mistaken Match: Marrying the Enigmatic CEO by Ruby Fennimore

Chapter 2299 A Hero's Heart, a Beauty's Tears!

“It won't happen!” Santiago declared confidently. “With the legendary Dawnbringer holding the line, Chanaea’s

soldiers are invincible, capable of overcoming any obstacle!”

Leaving those words behind, he parted ways with his beloved fiancee.

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“If I were you, | wouldn't be heading to the battlefield right now, Santiago!” Yorick, who was accompanying him

to Tocvale, spoke those words beside him.

“Haha, you say you wouldn't go, yet here you are, marching alongside me!” Santiago laughed heartily.

“I'm not like you!” Yorick replied seriously. “I'm going to the battlefield because | refuse to live as a lowly nobody.

I want to make a nfor myself-I want to achieve glory and fame! And | want to support my boss in becoming

president so the entire nation will know my name!”

“President? Haha... Santiago laughed, clapping Yorick on the shoulder. “Alright then, no matter what your goals

are, since we share the sdream right now, let's see which one of us can achieve ffirst and carry on the

Dawnbringer’s banner!”

Everyone knew that when the Dawnbringer slew the Ten Saints several years ago, although he emerged

victorious, he suffered severe internal injuries that had yet to fully heal. Moreover, age was catching up to him,

and Chanaea needed a new generation to step forward, take up his mantle, and uphold the nation’s status as a

global power.

What neither Santiago nor Yorick expected was that the war that year would later be known as the Chanaea-

Vanara Reprisal. Though Chanaea ultimately defended its homeland, the cost was steep. During one pivotal

battle, the Dawnbringer fell into an ambush and was attacked by a mysterious master. By the tthe main

forces arrived to reinforce him, it was too late to save him.

“Do not weep for me! Chanaea is the most wondrous place in this world. Though our ancestors’ flesh and blood

may perish, their spirit will endure forever, never dying, never fading!

“Five thousand years have proven our greatness. Our strength does not lie in how powerful we once were but in

our refusal to give up-no matter the crisis. Our history, culture, spirit, and countless legacies will never be

severed!

“Wherever dragon blood flows, a new dragon will rise, bathed in holy light. Wherever the Chanaean spirit

endures, flames will burn brightly-illuminating our nation, blessing our people, and sowing the seeds of hope...

“Santiago, Yorick, Liora-you three are the torchbearers of my spirit. | trust that you will pass on Chanaea’s

unyielding spirit until the day a new dragon soars once more!

In my name, | recognize your strength and status. From now on, you are Chanaea’s new Three Saints. Forge

ahead, my dragon, tiger, and phoenix-I place my highest hopes upon you!”

With these final words, Lucian passed away with honor on the battlefield.

Santiago returned to Chanaea, carrying Lucian’s body back to the land the nation had bestowed upon him. That

place was called Hero's Village, where countless heroes of Chanaea had been laid to rest.

To fulfill the promise he made to his idol, Santiago remained in the village, intending to take the

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Times were changing. The president who had bestowed the title of Dawnbringer had passed away. Two new

candidates now vied for the presidency, each with a vastly different leadership style. Depending on who

ascended to power, Chanaea’s future would follow a very different path.

“Is that so? Are you going to support Artemis Barton?”

At that point, Santiago had already beca 3-star soldier and was married to Jane. Yet, upon hearing his

political aspirations, Jane's expression seemed mixed with conflicting emotions.

“That's right! The recent war maderealize that this isn’t the tfor Chanaca to flaunt its military might or

compete for international dominance. We need to recognize the situation, focus on recovery, and pursue

peaceful development to prepare for our great revival!” Santiago said passionately. “Sheffield-Grey is a member

of the pro-war faction-he’s not the right candidate to lead Chanaca right now. Only someone like Barton, who

understands the power of patience and restraint, can ensure the nation’s steady growth. That's why we must

support Barton!”

“Is that so?” Jane's smile was complicated. “Santiago, you've changed. When | married you, it was because of

your warrior spirit and your dream of becoming a hero. | thought you'd continue to fight for Chanaea, spreading

its glory across the world.”

“Yes, I've changed!” Santiago admitted without hesitation. “Fighting alongside the Dawnbringer made me

understand his greatness. His heart seemed as vast as the stars and oceans, and his gaze could see a hundred

years into the future! Haha, compared to him, | was nothing but a brash kid-not only was my martial skill

inferior, but my mindset was galaxies apart from his. So, | changed because | wanted to becas great as he

was!

“He taughtthat patience isn’t cowardice-it’s the vision of a true strategist. Constant warfare doesn’t make us

stronger-it only brings short-lived thrills followed by devastating consequences. Chanaea is a great nation, and

we don't strive for fleeting victories-we strive for prosperity and revival, generation after generation!

“Do you get it, Jane? | know you do!” Santiago gently shook his wife's shoulders.

The beauty, whose charm could topple kingdoms, gave a slight nod, her smile growing more complex. “I get

you.”

“Excellent!” Santiago embraced his wife tightly, unaware of the faint tears welling in her eyes.

Yorick happened to arrive for a visit. In truth, during Santiago’s long absences, Yorick often cby to check on

Jane under the guise of friendship.

After Jane's parents passed away, she bore heavy responsibilities alone, with her husband frequently away.

Yorick frequently visited her with various excuses, offering his help. Sometimes, a single word of concern from

Jane could fill him with joy for days, leaving him so excited that he couldn't sleep, his smile lingering on his face.

But now, seeing Santiago holding the woman he adored, Yorick could only turn and leave in silence.

Regret gnawed at him—he regretted deliberately losing to Santiago in the past. That defeat was like a thorn

lodged deep in his heart. Every tit was touched, the pain would spread, numbing his entire body.

“Santiago, must you also becmy enemy after taking away my goddess? Don’t you know that Jane is the

woman | love most, and Atticus is my boss, the one | owe everything to? Sigh...” Yorick clutched a bottle of liquor

and drank alone, his words slurring as he spoke to himself.

Atticus had shown him immense kindness. When he was a reckless youth who had offended a powerful figure, it

was Atticus who stepped in to save him-and even provided him with a livelihood. Now, Atticus. trusted him

deeply, gifting him a luxurious mansion and ensuring his mother and siblings lived comfortably.

Yorick was only human. How could he not support Atticus’ bid for the presidency? But he also knew that by doing

so, he and Santiago would inevitably stand on opposite sides.

Yet the conflict between them csooner than expected. Before politics could force them apart, they clashed

violently-culminating in a physical fight.

“Santiago, you b*stard! How could you let this happen to Jane?!” Yorick roared, pouring all his fury into each

punch and kick. “You've been so busy working for Artemis that you've neglected your family-and now someone’s

taken your wife! If anything happens to Jane, | swear I'll kill you myself!”

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