Semua Bab Her Graceful War Song: Bab 801 - Bab 810

Alistair gritted his teeth against the searing pain, his fury igniting as he disregarded the rules of hierarchy and lunged straight at Carissa.The result was a series of punches—one to the left, another to the right—before he even realized how she had struck him.After returning to the capital, Carissa had been an exceptionally considerate person. To ensure he could still see clearly, she slowed down and raised her hand when she grabbed the fabric of his shirt. When he raised both hands to block it, she expertly dodged them and landed solid hits to his face.Then, before he could even recover from the shock, she kicked him again, sending him crashing back into the wall.This time, Alistair saw everything clearly, but was powerless to avoid it. Her foot moved slowly, the kick seemingly casual, yet it accelerated mid-air, precisely predicting the direction he would try to evade.All he could do was watch as he took another beating.Alistair's face turned a deep shade of purple, th

The Kingsley family delivered fifty thousand silver coins, claiming it was meant to settle matters for the women. Gemma continued to lament their poverty, insisting that they hardly had any money left and that fifty thousand silver coins had drained their resources.Carissa cut off her sobs and said, "His Majesty has ordered you to produce one hundred thousand silver coins—no less. In three days, your son will be executed, and your family members can see him for the last time."Of course, Gemma wanted to see her son. After all, he was the child she had carried for nine long months. But when she caught sight of the cold look in Martin's eyes, her tears resumed."What good would it do to see him? It would only deepen the pain… and the anger. He has done such terrible things that our family cannot accept him," she said."Indeed, he is guilty of unforgivable crimes. Perhaps it is better not to see him," Martin echoed.They were eager to distance themselves from Henry. It wasn't that t

Violet stepped outside and asked, "What's going on?""Lord Malcolm once said that Casey couldn't have children around her, but now he's sending the child here. As a minister, how can he be so indecisive? If he can't even take care of his own child, why have one at all? Children are always innocent," Carissa explained briefly, her tone sharp.Violet was equally outraged. "It's likely he said that out of impulse. After thinking it over, he realized it wouldn't work, so he begged the abbess to take the child. But sending her here doesn't mean they can be together. It's just placing the child in the care of the convent under the guise of being an orphan. It's absurd—she has parents, yet she's being treated like an orphan. Is Malcolm cursing himself?""Forget him," Carissa replied. "We just need to take care of the people we should. If the Quinton family won't raise that child, then she can stay at the convent. For Lady Marjorie, both Casey and this child are cruel reminders of her broke

Carissa was stunned and in disbelief. "Take her back to the Quinton family? Why would you do that?"Carissa wanted to say the child wasn't Malcolm's, but she couldn't lie. Marjorie had come here for a reason and must have known the truth by now. There was no point in deceiving her."Of course, I want to take her home to raise her," Marjorie replied, her voice tinged with sadness. "Sending such a small child to a convent? She wouldn't survive that harsh life." Marjorie forced a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Children are innocent. She can't choose her parents or her background. It's the adults who have made mistakes, and it's the adults who must bear the consequences."Carissa felt a wave of sympathy and admiration for Marjorie. "Does Lord Malcolm know you're here? Does he know you're aware of this situation?"Marjorie's eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but she held them back. "He thinks he's deceived me. At first, I believed him too, but after some thought, the truth b

Marjorie took the lead, settling into a chair before calmly instructing, "Lionel, close the door. The three of us need to talk."Lionel sensed something was amiss and cast a puzzled glance at his dad, who sat with his lips pressed together, caught somewhere between confusion and unease. With a heavy step, Lionel shut the door and returned to his seat.Marjorie placed one hand on the armrest and rested the other in front of her. These past years had been comfortable for her. She had enjoyed a loving marriage and a life of abundance. This made her appear younger than her peers, and her round face and elegant demeanor marked her as someone of high status. Yet, in recent days, a hint of weariness had crept in.She looked at Malcolm and spoke as if recounting something trivial, "Today, I met Lady Carissa."Malcolm reacted as if he had been bitten by a venomous snake and stared at her in shock. "She sought you out? What kind of rumors did she spread? Whatever she says, don't believe he