Her Graceful War Song のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1061 - チャプター 1070

Yuna continued to massage Lisandra's scalp, and asked softly, "Your Highness, General Stellwyn has agreed to retreat his troops. How do you plan to handle Penny?""Are you trying to plead for her?"Yuna hesitated, then said, "She tried to harm you, Your Highness, which is an unforgivable crime. But there are so few women in the court, and Penny at least had the potential for promotion. People like us probably won't get another chance to rise. Is there any way you could give her another opportunity?"Lisandra's gaze was as cold as ice. "She has no chance left.""She only wanted to avenge Prince Arthur—""Yuna Rutherford!" Lisandra pushed her hand away and warned coldly, "If you truly think her position is so hard to come by, then you shouldn't be pleading for her. Do you remember how hard we've fought to get here? One misstep could ruin everything. Even the smallest mistake would be enough for others to tear us down, especially for her—she should have been more careful than anyone!

Yuna walked toward Yasmine and Penny, the lamp in her hand casting a soft glow.Penny wasn't detained, but she knew what awaited her. She wasn't afraid of death. As long as she could see Aurora torn apart, she would die without regret."I've already told her. She's terrified," Yuna said, her gaze briefly flicking over Penny's face before resting on Yasmine."Let her experience the fear of death," Yasmine replied with a cool tone."When she dies, I'll die in peace," Penny said, taking a deep breath as tears flooded from her eyes like a broken dam."You didn't have to die," Yasmine retorted. "We were set on taking Aurora, but you had to go and mess things up."Penny wiped her tears. "I don't regret it. Even if I had to choose again, I'd do the same."A flicker of annoyance passed across Yuna's eyes. "You're still saying that? If you don't think you've done anything wrong, why bother pretending to regret it in front of Her Highness?"The night wind rustled Penny's cloak and dishev

The grave pit was a large grave mound. It was as high as a small mountain, and there was a big tombstone standing on it, engraved with many names.Aurora's terror reached its peak, her throat releasing sharp, desperate screams for help.One of the guards opened the cage door and grabbed her by the hair. Then, he yanked her out and tossed her onto the ground. Aurora felt a wave of pain flood through her body; she curled up, trying to crawl away.The guard immediately seized her hair again and dragged her toward the grave mound, shoving her against the tombstone. He pointed to the names carved on it and roared, "Do you even recognize these names? You don't understand, do you? They're all the people you killed!"Aurora shook her head frantically, gasping, "N-No, it wasn't me—"Before she could finish, the enraged villagers surged forward.Her screams cut through the crowd, echoing in the valley, sending birds scattering in fear.Black clouds gathered from all sides, quickly blottin

Barrett ignored Viola. He staggered to his feet and stumbled up the stone steps to the door.Inside, it was pitch black. He fumbled around for a long while before finding the matchstick and lighting a lamp. The tiny, flickering light cast dancing shadows across the room in Blessed Haven.The place was bare. The furniture—simple, everyday pieces—offered no comfort. The only things of value were the doors and windows that had been reinforced with ironwood.He sat there, dazed, as Viola continued to rant outside.She yelled for a while, but Barrett didn't respond. After a moment, Viola snapped in a burst of frustration, "If you're still thinking of the past, then there's no need for us to keep wasting time. Let's get a divorce."The word "divorce" struck Barrett like a blow, pulling him out of the suffocating memories he had been lost in. He looked up—but the dim light couldn't reach his eyes, which were lost in shadow. "Divorce?" he repeated."Yes!" Viola shouted, throwing her

Viola didn't know what to do, so she decided to let the cold war drag on.After all, it was she who brought up divorce. Barrett only agreed in a moment of impulse. If they really went through with it, he would never find another wife.Who would want him? The only chance he'd have would be to marry a merchant's daughter or a commoner. No family with any kind of status would ever accept him."Let's not speak of tonight again," Viola said, sounding tired as she closed her eyes. "Tomorrow, send for the physician. Tell them I'm unwell and need to rest for a few days.""Yes, Madam Viola." Poppy was unsure whether her mistress truly wanted a divorce, or if she was just venting in frustration. She fell silent and didn't dare to press the matter further.The next morning, Barrett stood waiting at the gates of Hell Monarch Estate. This time, he was there to seek an audience with Rafael, not Carissa.When Rafael emerged, he saw Barrett standing by the corner with his horse, his face pale an