Her Graceful War Song のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 811 - チャプター 820

Casey shook her head. "No, I wouldn't want to. I want to stay here.""Your daughter will be there," Carissa reminded her gently.Casey tilted her head, her long hair cascading down a little. "I know. She won't suffer. She'll grow up just like any other ordinary child."Her eyes sparkled with longing—what she desired but couldn't have. Yet, seeing her daughter in that life brought her joy.Carissa's voice was warm as she said, "Alright. If you don't want to go back, no one can force you. You don't have a formal status in the Quinton family, so they can't make you return."Casey slipped off the bed and knelt in front of Carissa, bowing her head. Her voice was choked with emotion as she spoke, "Thank you. You don't know what this means to us. The knife hanging over our heads is gone. I no longer dream of mountains of blades and seas of fire."Carissa helped her up. "Once the case is resolved, you can go wherever you wish. But for now, you're not truly free.""Right now is good enou

Henry began to ramble, "None of this was what I wanted! If I could choose again, I would never have pursued Eleanor. My family may have been in decline, but it was still a marquis' family. The foundation was still there—how bad could it possibly get?"I came from a scholarly background. I could have taken the national examinations. There wasn't just one path before me. How could I have been so foolish? I was truly too foolish. I had such a bright future ahead. I could have married a virtuous woman, taken a couple of concubines, and had three or four sons and a few daughters. The marriage would have made my family stronger. Instead, I thought I was taking a shortcut, but I didn't realize it was a dead end."The cutlery fell from his hands as his shoulders shook with sobs.Peter picked them up for him. "Dwelling on the past is pointless. Action is what matters now. You can still share what you know. There's still a chance to turn things around. If you keep silent, you're sealing your

Carissa found Chaya to be a truly remarkable young woman. She had grown up in such a harsh environment, yet her focus was solely on living each day to the fullest and not compromising herself when she could avoid it. As for her dad, Chaya felt neither love nor hatred—just disdain.Chaya turned to Carissa and asked, "If no one is there to collect his body after the execution, where will it end up? Will they hang it up for all to see?""If there are no family members to give him a proper burial, he'll be given a quick burial. They'll only display his body for all to see if he's the mastermind behind the treason case," Carissa replied.Chaya hummed in response, her curiosity satisfied.She returned to Hayden and remarked, "There are still some leftover pound cakes at home. Let's eat those when we get back. They won't taste good if they sit out for too long.""You don't want to watch anymore?" Hayden asked."I'm afraid of blood. It's better if I don't see it," Chaya replied.Hayde

After Barrett recovered from his injuries, he officially took up his position.He began by expressing his gratitude, and Salvador spoke to him for an hour. Amidst the admonishments, Salvador also conveyed his trust in Barrett, leaving him with red-rimmed eyes as he exited the royal study.The king had established the Central Command Office. Since Carissa had to attend to her duties there, Barrett went to pay his respects to her as she was his superior.They were once husband and wife, yet now, Barrett knelt on one knee to offer his formal greeting.The Capital Guard's deputy commander, the Garrison Unit's chief, the Royal Guard's commander, and the Crown Guard's commander were all present, marking the gathering of key figures.Barrett's emotions were a tangled mess. He expected Carissa to make things difficult for him, but after the formalities, she simply said, "You may rise. Do your job well."He stood, lowering his gaze. "Thank you, Commander Sinclair."Michael stepped forwar

Since Barrett had just taken office, he needed to work longer hours. He often personally inspected various parts of the palace, except for the inner court. When he wasn't on patrol, he could be found waiting by the door of the royal study or back at the Central Command Office, ready to submit his logs when the shifts changed.The guards on duty were required to record their findings after each patrol. They needed to note down if they found any irregularities. If everything was normal, they also still had to document that. Barrett was free to leave the palace at five in the evening, but he often didn't depart until nearly seven.As he was leaving, he unexpectedly ran into Yuvan. Barrett knew the prince typically entered the palace early in the morning and left before closing time, so it struck him as odd that Yuvan was leaving so early today."Your Highness," Barrett greeted, bowing slightly.Yuvan smiled back at him. "I haven't had a chance to congratulate you on your promotion,