Her Graceful War Song のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 911 - チャプター 920

Rafael and Carissa were sitting in a private room on the second floor of a tavern not far from the city gates. The room offered the best view in the place. With the windows pushed open, they could see the entire area around the gates.Since their schedule had always been fixed, Rafael had reserved this room in advance so Carissa would be able to see Dominic from there.Carissa's gaze never left his face, her eyes hungry as if she couldn't get enough of him. She wanted nothing more than to rush down, throw herself into her grandfather's arms, and cry like she used to when she was little.She would pour out all the grievances she had been holding inside, and her grandfather would gently pat her head, promising that anyone who dared hurt his little granddaughter would have to answer to him.But now, all Carissa could do was stand on the second floor, watching as Dominic's horse was surrounded by the masses, listening to the deafening roars of support. Tears welled up in her eyes.Her

When Carissa first took up the position of commander of the Mystic Army, many officials opposed her appointment. They felt that a woman holding such an important position was inappropriate.But now, seeing the series of actions taken by Salvador and understanding his intentions, the people began to feel that something wasn't quite right. If things went on like this, the Mystic Army might end up reduced to nothing more than a gathering place for the Garrison Unit's misfits.The Mystic Army had once been a vital defense for the capital, a shield against external threats. Now, it was being torn apart, piece by piece. The officials felt uneasy, as if some sacred authority was being destroyed.This feeling was also due to the fact that since Carissa had taken charge, the Mystic Army had become more formidable and had instilled a greater sense of security. Many who had previously opposed her leadership were now completely won over.And it was this recognition of Carissa's ability that ha

Kevin immediately knelt and hurriedly said, "Dad, don't worry. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I'll make sure to learn well from my mentor. I won't slack off or be lazy. As for anything I shouldn't do, I promise I won't do it."He had attended Violet's large lectures twice before, but had missed the others due to his duty shifts. Violet didn't teach him one-on-one whenever he was free, which left him feeling quite despondent.When he returned home, he had told his parents several times that if he could be personally taught by Violet, it would be a dream come true.To his surprise, after all the bad luck he had suffered during the Victory Pass campaign, he now had such good fortune. He knew his actions weren't exactly noble, but he also understood that if he let this opportunity slip through his fingers, he would never get another.The Crown Guard, soon to be the Nightsteel Guard, would soon separate from the Mystic Army, and Violet was only teaching the Mystic Army troops

By the time Kevin turned 13, he still wasn't formally apprenticed to a mentor. Every time he tried, something went wrong. Either he fell ill, or the mentor he found had bad luck.In the end, Ernest gave up. "Just keep learning what you can," he said. "Whatever you manage to learn is enough."Violet listened to Kevin's story with mixed emotions. Was this guy some kind of bad luck magnet? His life was one misfortune after another, and it seemed like he even brought bad luck to his mentors. She couldn't help but wonder—would that affect her too?Based on his past experiences, it always seemed like something would go wrong before he could formally apprentice. Now that he had finally managed to find a mentor and things were going smoothly, maybe it was a sign that his luck had finally turned. Since he managed to apprentice without issues, perhaps it meant his bad streak had come to an end and everything would start going well.Kevin had officially met his senior apprentices. Seeing

Dominic stood and helped Carissa straighten up before gently rubbing her head, just like he used to when she was little. As a child, she would come to him to complain whenever she was upset.She had been a small, delicate thing, and couldn't stand feeling wronged. Anyone who dared to scold her or speak ill of her would find themselves the subject of her complaints the moment her grandfather returned to the capital.After venting her frustrations, she would always hide in his arms, seemingly submissive and innocent on the surface. Yet, her eyes would gleam with mischievous satisfaction.Tears streamed down Carissa's face, each drop falling in a steady cascade. With his rough fingers, Dominic wiped away her tears, swallowing the sorrow in his throat.His voice still trembled with emotion as he said, "Who's been bullying our little Cari this time? But you don't need me to step in and teach them a lesson now, do you? You can handle it yourself and give them a taste of their own medicin