The gifts remained untouched in the storage room, and Carissa hadn't even bothered to glance at them.After dinner, she took a lamp and went inside alone.Rafael offered to stay with her, but she refused, insisting she wanted to open the gifts by herself. Even Violet's attempt to join her was turned away at the door.Though Rafael was uneasy, he moved a stool just outside and sat, keeping vigil from the hallway.Dylan had returned with news. When Barrett learned of Aurora's death, he had thrown himself against a wall in a violent fit. His wound bled heavily.Dylan was still in shock. He had seen it with his own eyes—Barrett had slammed into the wall with such force. Dylan felt as though Barrett was trying to end his life right then and there.Luckily, in his rage, Barrett had stumbled, which lessened the blow. Otherwise, there was no doubt he would've died on impact.Confused, Dylan asked Jacob, "Why would he do that? If he wanted to die for Aurora, why didn't he just go with he
How small were they?They were about the length of a pinky finger, but as thin as paper. Carissa casually grabbed a handful and threw them, and the flying daggers sank deep into the wall.Of course, the daggers themselves didn't have that kind of power. But because of their willow-leaf shape and thinness, they became extremely powerful when propelled with inner force.Carissa wasn't surprised. After all, she could throw leaves or flowers with nearly the same precision and power. Of course, the damage wouldn't compare to a throwing knife, which was far more effective—deadly, even.She thought back to a visit from her third and seventh uncles when they had come to Meadow Ridge. At the time, Adrian had been experimenting with concealed weapons. She had just started training and had complained to her uncles. She said if only there were a hidden weapon that was both easy to use and lethally effective, it would be perfect.Suddenly, a memory struck her. Her expression changed, and she q
Carissa hesitated for a moment before finally taking the letter.She sat down on the wooden chest, holding the letter in her hands for a long time before carefully unfolding it.Wade had never been fond of reading. He preferred carpentry, crafting mechanisms, and excelling in martial arts. Dominic had often chastised him, accusing him of neglecting serious pursuits. Even as a military officer, Wade was expected to understand military strategy and tactics, not just rely on brute strength. Dominic had forced Wade to study through threats and even the occasional caning.But effort without interest—and a near-total lack of talent—meant Wade had never made much progress in academics. His handwriting was notoriously messy. He had once joked that his strokes were a masterpiece of wild grace, a chaotic dance of dragons and snakes that only the truly enlightened could appreciate.Remembering his words, Carissa glanced at the haphazard script and couldn't help but agree.Fortunately, she co
Aurora's death brought Carissa no solace—not even a sliver of comfort.That night, Carissa lay in bed. Her eyes were closed, her breathing slow and steady, giving the impression of deep sleep. In truth, she wasn't asleep at all.Scenes from the past played vividly in her mind, frame by frame, like butterflies flitting in a canyon, always just out of reach. She tried to hold onto something—anything—but her grasp remained empty.It was nearly dawn when she finally drifted off, her exhaustion overwhelming her restless thoughts.Rafael opened his eyes. He hadn't been sleeping, either. He could tell Carissa wasn't truly asleep. A sleeping person's body relaxed completely, but hers remained taut, which indicated she was only pretending to sleep.However, she was genuinely asleep now.His heart ached. Since their marriage, their relationship had been harmonious—even loving. But Rafael knew Carissa had always kept her heart locked away. She would talk to him about anything else: politica
The next day, Carissa woke as if nothing had happened. She took up her riding crop and headed out the door, her demeanor calm and unbothered.Meanwhile, Barrett was nursing severe injuries and had taken a leave of absence. After learning the full story, Salvador was livid. "If he'd truly been loyal, he wouldn't have treated Carissa that way in the first place! And now, injuring himself over a criminal? Neglecting his duties? Disregarding the reputation of his family? He's neither loyal nor devoted. What use is he? A disgrace through and through."Derek observed the situation and knew exactly why the king had been reluctant to abandon Barrett despite repeated offenses. One reason was out of respect for the late General Matthias Warren. Another was to use him to control the Mystic Army. Lastly, it was difficult to remove him right away without affecting the generals at Victory Pass.But with the Westhaven forces retreating, Derek suspected the king's patience was running thin.As
Viola sat in the chair for a long time before finally deciding to compromise. "Can you promise me two things?" she asked. "If you can, I won't ask for a divorce."Barrett let out a weary sigh. "What are they?""First," Viola said, her tone firm, "you're never to mention Carissa or Aurora again. At least, not in my presence."Barrett fell into a long silence. Then, finally, he nodded. "All right.""Second," Viola continued, "you must pull yourself together and return to the Nightsteel Guard. Get your old position back as deputy commander."Barrett blinked, clearly taken aback. "But I've been dismissed. How am I supposed to return to the Nightsteel Guard?"Viola leaned forward, her words quick and insistent. "I'll ask my sister-in-law to pull some strings for you. All you have to do is agree. Once you're reinstated, you must commit yourself fully to your duties—work hard, earn a promotion, and listen to me from now on."Barrett shook his head. "I can't ask her to do that. I've a
Viola's heart was as cold as ice. She couldn't understand why she kept ending up in this situation.Divorce was always a last resort—something she had never wanted to resort to unless absolutely necessary. She turned to her father-in-law Jonathan and her brother-in-law Benjamin, hoping they could help persuade Barrett. She even went so far as to seek Charlotte's support, who had long been indifferent to their affairs.The death of Amelia had utterly hardened Charlotte's heart. So, it was surprising that she agreed after hearing what Viola said. "Return to the military and starting from the bottom again? That's a good idea. I support it."Viola knew better than to rely on Charlotte. But she thought since the woman was still an elder in the family, Barrett might listen if she stepped in to persuade him.After hearing the words, Viola angrily swept the cup off the table. "If you won't help, at least spare us the cold remarks."With that, she stood up and left.Jonathan and Benjamin
It was Hannah who finally spoke up, saying there was no need to keep searching. Since the Whitley family denied Karen's existence, she would be a new person, with no ties to them anymore.Though Carissa and Violet felt that the Whitley family was heartless, they couldn't deny that Hannah's words made sense. There was no use in continuing to pursue the matter—it wouldn't change anything. Getting revenge, even just to vent, wouldn't solve the problem. What mattered now was getting Karen to live, to give up on the idea of ending her life, and to speak out about the person who had wronged her.Zoey had already promised to help with counseling, and now seemed like the right time to step in.She brought in a bowl of millet porridge and glanced at the pale and listless girl lying on the bed. She looked so exhausted yet still so beautiful, with her pale face barely hiding her beauty.Zoey entered without saying anything. She simply took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the young woman
Salvador summoned Eustace to the palace for an audience.Eustace had come prepared. Though he had led his bodyguards and the merchant convoys to quell the unrest, the connection between the Spencer family's collateral branch and Nicholas couldn't be easily dismissed. Even if Salvador publicly declared their merits balanced with their faults, it was not something that could be swept aside without consequence.However, Salvador's attitude towards Eustace was surprisingly warm. The former even praised him for his loyalty to the throne and his patriotic spirit, noting that he resembled his late father in his unwavering commitment. The previous head of the Spencer family had been generous to the court, contributing substantial funds during times of war.Eustace understood the underlying message and quickly offered, "With both the Southern Frontier and Victory Pass embroiled in battle, the Spencer family is willing to contribute in whatever small way we can. We will donate 300,000 silve
Adrian had been in the capital for some time now. In the past, he had been consumed with his studies on sacred firearms, leaving little room for anything else. But now, with some free time, he used the excuse of being unable to let go of the business in the city to extend his stay.The truth was, he was concerned for Carissa.His interest in sacred firearms had begun with his trip to Nerathia to study their methods. He had done it for the Southern Frontier, then Hector, and ultimately, for Rafael and Carissa.As a mentor, Adrian knew that they each had their own paths to walk. He couldn't prevent them from forging their own futures, but he could help them however he could and act as their support.Adrian often claimed he wasn't cut out to be a teacher. But the truth was, his apprentices were exceptional. Each one of them was a person of great character. None of them needed his constant concern—except for Carissa.She had always been wild and carefree. But even so, she had mast
As Nicholas was paraded through the streets, the weight of his downfall crushed him entirely. His sanity fractured and he screamed curses at the people, accusing them of ignorance and foolishness. He raged at the masses, claiming they had been deceived by the court, that they had mistaken a foolish king for a wise ruler. He claimed that only he was the true sovereign—the one destined to bring justice and prosperity.His hoarse cries were drowned out by the roar of the crowd. The people shouted for his death, calling for him to be torn apart. They said that the execution by Torso Cleaving was far too merciful. They demanded he be cut into pieces and slowly tortured to death, as punishment for his evil deeds.On the other hand, Yuvan stayed silent the whole time. Inside, he was filled with resentment and hatred for Nicholas. He believed that if Nicholas hadn't turned his people against him, he could have succeeded.Nicholas was like a poisonous snake, hiding in the shadows. When Yuv
Now that everyone had been gathered, the long-awaited reckoning could finally begin.After thorough investigations by the Supreme Court and the Ministry of Justice, in cooperation with the Capital Guard, it was confirmed that Yuvan, Nicholas, and his associates were indeed guilty of treason.The charges were indisputable. After such a long delay, it was time to list all their crimes for the world to see.Yuvan's entire family—except for Randall, who had provided valuable information—was sent to Astral Prison. However, Randall was also removed from the royal registry. He remained in his post at the Supreme Court, still serving as warden. Despite that, it was clear that any prospects for promotion were now out of reach for the next ten years.Matthew had ordered Randall to take a temporary leave, telling him to stay away from Astral Prison and reflect quietly at home while the matter was sorted.Matthew thought Randall was a bit slow, but at least the latter was honest and willing t
Clifford's eyes gleamed with a sharp light. "Very well. Let's hear some of your self-righteous words."Salvador, ever the suspicious soul, had always been wary of the Hell Monarch's household. Even if Carissa hadn't risen for women's rights, Salvador would still remain cautious of her.How could Carissa not know Clifford's intentions? From the moment he asked, she knew it was a trap.Before she could respond, Clifford sneered and added, "You can always start by flattering King Salvador. Praise him for how he treats women under his rule. As long as your conscience is clear, feel free to do so."Carissa was infuriated, but she wasn't willing to be baited. She met his mocking, challenging gaze. "Don't make assumptions. That's not the same thing at all. You think people are ignorant and narrow-minded as they can't understand your preferences, so you resort to extreme measures to gain their approval. But that's your personal problem. You can't speak for others like you, and you're not
Gerald and Clifford met in the Supreme Court's interrogation room. They sat across from each other, an old wooden table between them. Carissa sat behind the scribe's desk, not far from them. Even if they spoke in hushed tones, she could hear every word clearly.The only sounds in the room were the quiet rustle of breath, the steady beat of hearts, and occasionally, the almost imperceptible sound of a sigh.Yet, no words passed between them.Neither of them exchanged even a fleeting glance. It was as if they were two strangers who were forced to sit together—distant, indifferent.Carissa wondered if it was her presence that made things so strained, though she could not leave. All she could do was endure the awkward silence alongside them.At last, Gerald asked, "Why?"Gerald was truly baffled, struggling to reconcile the person before him with the image of someone he thought he knew. No matter how he looked at Clifford, he could not align the two.Clifford clasped his hands tog
As Carissa returned to the Capital Guard Headquarters the next morning, Heather intercepted her at the door.It had been a long while since Carissa had last seen Heather. In fact, it seemed Heather had kept herself mostly secluded lately.Since Harvey had been brought back to the capital, his son Lennon Sanford had not been captured, but Chester's forces continued their search. It was almost certain that the boy would be caught soon enough.Heather, anxious that Lennon might be implicated and face the same brutal punishment of beheading, rushed to Carissa for help.Carissa knew Heather had already tried appealing to Leona when Harvey was first brought back. She had asked Leona to talk to Carissa on her behalf. Yet Leona had refused, and she never mentioned the matter to Carissa. Carissa only learned of this from Alana."Carissa!" Heather hurried toward her, her face frantic with worry. "I need to speak with you. Could we find a quiet place to talk?""I have matters to attend to.
In her study, Carissa wrote a letter. Then, she handed it to Jacob with instructions to have it delivered to Rafael in the Southern Frontier.She knew the situation in the Southern Frontier. Victor was amassing troops but neither attacking nor retreating, keeping things in a stalemate.Everyone knew that Victor was just stalling. He had been given a military order to invade the Southern Frontier, but since Nicholas had failed, he could not return with any captured cities or military achievements to report.If Victor made a hasty retreat now, he would likely lose more than just his position—his life might be forfeited as well. He attempted to forge alliances with the nomads, hoping to find a way out—perhaps a way to secure his future or an escape from certain doom.The nomads, tired of conflict, had no interest in picking sides. Caught in the middle, they were doing everything they could to remain neutral, refusing to aid either side. If they really had to choose, they would choos
At precisely three in the afternoon, the long execution block was brought forward. The block was forged from ironwood, solid and unyielding. It was the only one of its kind in Starhaven, used solely for execution by Torso Cleaving.The block had been kept in storage for years.Augustus had once deemed the act of Torso Cleaving too brutal. Even those who committed the most grievous offenses were spared this form of execution. Yet, the punishment had not been abolished. It remained a tool to strike fear into the hearts of would-be traitors.The cruelty of Torso Cleaving lay in the fact that after a person was cleaved in two, the upper body could still crawl, struggle, and leave behind a bloody trail.Normally, Torso Cleaving wasn't meant to be witnessed by the public. But treason, betraying the kingdom, and plotting to overthrow the throne were considered unforgivable crimes. Salvador didn't know how many people had dealings with the traitors, and some conspirators were too deepl