In Pathfinders Guild, Kyle held a letter in his hand as he approached Everett. "Sage Everett, Rafael wrote to me and asked me to go to the capital. He said he needs my help."Everett sat in meditation with his eyes closed and didn't respond. He had been angry for quite some time, and his temper showed no signs of cooling. He didn't want to deal with anyone, and wasn't letting anyone leave the mountain. As a result, those who typically ventured out were now stuck here, while those who had gone out and hadn't returned didn't dare to come back. Winona was an example.Before Everett left for the Southern Frontier, he had strictly ordered that no one was to construct residences in the northern part of the mountain. He had plans for that land. He wanted to build a five-story Starcatcher Tower. It would allow them to reach for the moon and practice martial arts, which would be very helpful for training their Lightfoot Skill. More importantly, he had other reasons for wanting it.Ever
Jacob understood the difficulty of the situation. After a moment's thought, he suggested, "How about this? I'll sketch a rough outline, and you can fill in the details with my descriptions."Kyle regarded him, and asked, "You don't remember what she looks like, right?"Jacob's expression twisted with pain. "I always thought I would remember her forever, but when I try to recall her face now, all I can see are flashes of her smile and her running toward me and calling out to me. But her actual features? No matter how hard I try, I can't conjure up a clear image.""Then you won't be able to draw it yourself," Kyle said as he shook his head. "Don't beat yourself up over it. It's been over a decade. Forgetting is quite normal, especially with painful memories. Our minds tend to protect us from hurt. Remembering her brings you pain, so you'll slowly forget those memories."Kyle patted Jacob's shoulder. "But if she were to stand before you again, you would recognize her instantly. Peop
Leona had many visitors today, so she hurriedly changed her clothes before stepping out to greet them.Helen noticed Leona's rosy complexion, and felt relieved. It seemed Leona was doing just fine, and her cheeks were even brighter than her own. After the formal greetings, Helen took a seat. Upon inquiring, she learned that Leona had just finished practicing martial arts with Alana.Helen grumbled inwardly. It was true what people said—spend some time with martial artists, and even proper young women would be throwing punches.Leona chuckled awkwardly. "I was feeling a bit bored and thought I'd join Alana for some training, but I don't think I can reach that level of elegance to show off at any events."As usual, Helen was blunt and said, "Martial arts itself is hardly elegant and fit for high society, so you shouldn't worry about that. Just do what makes you happy."Gillian cleared her throat loudly. Didn't Helen feel awkward saying that? Most of the people present were martial
Time slipped away as they spent the day at Leona's side. After half the day had passed, Alana started ushering people out, insisting Leona needed her rest. Also, the rain had let up, so everyone returned to their own residence.Logan visibly exhaled in relief as he took Kiera's hand and walked briskly ahead. As he moved, he suddenly realized he had been impolite. He quickly stepped aside to let Helen and Rafael pass first.Helen watched her son-in-law, and sighed inwardly. Logan was such a clueless man. When he and Kiera got married, he looked clean and fair, but now he looked tanned and grimy. Even Kiera's skin tone had become darker. Those who didn't know them might think Kiera married a farmer.Fortunately, Kiera liked Logan well enough, and being a member of the Quinton family gave him some redeeming points in Helen's eyes.Carissa had been trailing behind, observing the couple hand in hand as they happily swayed along. Their affection for each other was undeniable. But when Ki
Kyle looked up and said, "You two should head out for now. We're not finishing anytime soon. There's still plenty I need to adjust, and we might end up painting a dozen or more portraits."Rafael stared blankly at the completed painting of the adult woman on the chair. He felt the woman in the portrait resembled Carissa's mom. Not the Melanie he had seen before heading to the Southern Frontier, but the one he remembered from his teenage years.Back then, Melanie had a rounder face, and her smile was soft and gentle."Let's go," Carissa said as she tugged on his sleeves lightly. Rafael glanced down at her. "Carissa, don't you think she resembled someone?""Who?" Carissa asked, her gaze drifting back to the painting. There was no sense of familiarity for her.Seeing that she didn't share his thoughts, Rafael quickly amended his statement. "Perhaps I was just seeing things. Let's step out so we don't disturb them."As they walked out, Rafael recalled his younger days of following
Carissa was a bit surprised. "Jacob has spies inside Valor Estate?""Yep. He has quite a few in all the estates within the capital, though some aren't as deeply embedded.""Then why don't you tell him directly? Why tell me?"Travis replied, "Ever since Kyle arrived, Jacob's been holed up in the study. I figured he was doing something on Prince Rafael's orders. Wouldn't it be better if you went back and told Prince Rafael?"Carissa was even more puzzled. "But why are the spies reporting to you? Are you in charge of this? Does Jacob trust you that much?"Travis grinned with pride. "Of course! Did you really think I was just a drill instructor? Jacob said I might look rough around the edges, but I'm meticulous when it comes to details. That's why he put me in charge of the spy network."After speaking, he did a few midair flips and flipped his way right out of the room.Carissa was left speechless. She had always thought Travis was like a wild monkey—sure, he could train troops, bu
The next day, Rafael returned to the Supreme Court, and Carissa checked in on the study. Kyle and Jacob still hadn't come out, so she had someone send in some food but didn't disturb them.Violet came over to speak with her briefly, and Carissa nodded. "Let's go, and we'll drop Ryan off at the academy on the way."Evan and Ryan had become the best of friends. Although Evan didn't qualify to attend the academy, he had learned quite a bit just by following Ryan around.The carriage ride was filled with chatter, with Carissa smiling and occasionally joining in. After they dropped Ryan off at the academy, the carriage turned around and stopped at a well-known coffeehouse in the capital.The two of them didn't sit down inside. Instead, they slipped out through a side door and walked a few streets over, arriving at Blueflower Alley.Violet stopped in front of a residence, and knocked. After a moment, the door opened, and Carmen greeted them softly. "Lady Carissa, Ms. Spencer, my father
Tears welled up in Carmen's eyes. "Dad, as long as we can save Mom and take down that venomous woman, I would give my life a thousand times over."Henry reached out and motioned her closer, his tone full of warmth as he said, "I'm doing all this so we can live peacefully as a family, silly girl. No one needs to die.""Dad!" Carmen knelt and rested her head on his knee, her eyes reddened with emotion. "I've been waiting for that day for so long! I just want you and Mom to be safe. I want my sister and I to be able to stay by your side."Henry's eyes softened with a tinge of red as well. He gently stroked her hair. "Stand up, now. Don't embarrass yourself in front of the princess consort. You're too old to be acting like a child."Carmen wiped away her tears and stood, a little embarrassed. "I apologize, Your Grace."Carissa simply offered a faint smile, dismissing the scene. "Before I reveal my plan, perhaps you can tell me what the grand princess has been up to recently."Henry r
Carissa had known for some time that Barrett had lost an arm while saving Wyatt. Cindy had mentioned it in a letter—not intentionally, but while talking about the Sullivan family's situation and the battle, it came up briefly.When Carissa read it, she didn't dwell on the matter, nor did she mention it in her reply.In the chaos of war, it was often impossible to distinguish who saved whom.She naturally wished for every soldier to return home whole and unharmed, but war was brutal and unrelenting. Blood and sacrifice were inevitable.While Carissa had acknowledged Barrett's actions, Salvador had only recently learned of them. The latest victory report from Victory Pass detailed Barrett's courageous efforts—how he had fought valiantly, saved lives, and lost an arm in the process.The earlier reports that came back on horseback had contained only critical updates on the battle's progress, with no mention of individual achievements. Only the detailed victory reports included a list
Salvador now regularly summoned Carissa to the royal study to discuss military matters, granting her a seat at the table where battle strategies were planned and debated. Her place in these discussions was earned by leading the Mystic Army to crush the rebels.It was a position forged in blood and sweat, with no one daring to challenge her right to it.The reports that shaped their discussions came from Victory Pass and the Southern Frontier. These dispatches provided the foundation for the court's analysis of the situation, guiding decisions on logistical support and strategies.Yet, even when strategies were drafted, Salvador refrained from issuing direct commands. Instead, he offered suggestions, a gesture that showed his trust in Rafael and the Sullivan family—though that trust extended only as far as their abilities on the battlefield.With winter approaching, the soldiers needed winter clothing and more weapons. Most of their discussions revolved around supplies.Leroy and V
The garden at Tranquil Palace wasn't small, but it couldn't be compared to the royal garden.If one took their time strolling along, admiring the flowers, or stood still to enjoy the view for a while, one could easily spend a good portion of the afternoon. But Carissa was accustomed to walking briskly. Flowers didn't require her lingering attention—she could glance at them and move on, seeing little difference between one bloom and the next.She had seen fields upon fields of flowers, all of which had left a lasting impression on her. These meticulously tended peonies in their pots, though, hardly stirred any great interest.By the time they finished their walk, some of the other ladies hadn't even finished their coffee. Just as Jeanette began to speak of Skye Embroidery, they found themselves back at the main hall of Tranquil Palace.Jeanette forced a smile. "Shall we go inside and congratulate Lady Sylvia?"Carissa shook her head. "I have matters to attend to, so I'll have to
When Sylvia moved to her new residence, all the concubines sent gifts. The royal relatives, upon hearing the news, hurried to send their congratulations as well.As for what to send, other households usually left the decision to the lady of the house. But at Hell Monarch Estate, the ones in charge were Jacob and Luke.They searched through the storerooms, but nothing seemed quite right. Either the items were too expensive, or they were just simple gold, silver, or jewels. Even the golden vases seemed too small and trivial.As for the larger items, such as coral trees or folding screens, Jacob wasn't inclined to part with them. The coral tree, in particular, was rare. The one in the estate had been a wedding gift from the Pathfinders Guild when Carissa married.In the end, their eyes landed on the most abundant item in the storeroom—Kyle's orchid paintings.This would certainly make a strong impression—expensive and elegant, yet not unique to the estate. If it wasn't enough, snow w
Among the harem, Kylie was most wary of Sylvia and Grace. Sylvia was caring for Cecil, while Grace was caring for Caden, the second prince.Cecil was not Sylvia's biological son and was still very young, so Kylie need not worry too much. But Sylvia had once been arrogant, with an impressive family background and a sharp aptitude for power games.In the past year, Sylvia had softened somewhat, co-managing the affairs of the harem with Grace. She had learned how to win hearts and minds, and her support for Skye Embroidery and Gracewood Women's Academy had earned her some reputation among the common folk.In contrast, Grace was far more restrained. She co-managed the harem with Sylvia and would occasionally seek Kylie's opinion, genuinely treating her with respect due to her being the queen.But Caden, a sharp and well-mannered boy, was Salvador's and Victoria's favorite.If the position of Crown Prince were to be decided now, it would naturally fall to Connor. But once the princes g
Kylie had yet to remove her hairpins, and her makeup was still untouched, her face brimming with quiet anticipation.Earlier that day, a message had arrived from the court, announcing that the king would visit the harem tonight. She had waited for hours, but had heard no news that he had sent for any concubines. In her heart, she felt a surge of joy. If no summons had come, it meant he would be visiting her chambers."Lydia, go and see if His Majesty has arrived yet," she urged once again, her third time asking that evening.Lydia was standing to the side. She smiled and said, "Your Majesty, please be patient. If His Majesty was coming, he would surely send word beforehand so you can prepare to receive him.""Yes, you're right," Kylie sighed, brushing a loose strand of hair from her temple. "It's been so long since His Majesty visited my palace that I nearly forgot how it goes." Her smile was soft and alluring. "We are husband and wife, after all. What couple do not have thei
In the royal study, the braziers still hadn't been lit, and the cold crept in like a quiet intruder, spreading its chill across the room.The reports had been reviewed and signed long ago, yet Salvador lingered, his hand resting idly on the pile of documents. His gaze was fixed on the dim flickering of the lamp's flame, his mind adrift.He read the letter Rafael had written to Carissa, filled with endless longing and heartfelt emotions. It was as if they had just gotten married, and they were deeply in love and inseparable.This wasn't the first time Salvador had read their letters. While there had been expressions of longing in the past, none were as bold and reckless as this.Such words would feel awkward to say out loud, let alone write down. Salvador thought his younger brother's actions were inappropriate and too careless.There were far better ways to win a woman's affection—why resort to this?And yet, despite his disapproval, something within him stirred, like a stone t
Balin entered the city with just a dozen men. They were all strong and sturdy, with curved blades at their waists, looking fierce and intimidating.But when they sat down to eat and drink, their tanned faces broke into wide, radiant smiles.Balin was in his fifties, with skin as dark and shining as his men's, his eyes sharp and intelligent. He was a man of great wisdom and was meticulous in his thinking. In other words, he remained cautious and never fully trusted the Hell Monarch.His one demand was simple: this would be a one-time alliance. After driving back the Sandorians, the Southern Frontier Army was to withdraw from the grasslands swiftly. No one was to step foot in the heart of the grasslands again without permission.Rafael agreed, and the treaty was signed immediately.Once the agreement was made, they didn't linger any longer than necessary and left.The grassland tribes held little fondness for Starhaven, as the endless warfare often spilled over into their territori
After the lively wedding banquet, Carissa returned to Hell Monarch Estate, only to be struck by an unexpected chill in Orchid Hall. Her thoughts turned to Rafael, who was far away in the Southern Frontier. She hadn't counted the days since they had parted, but it felt like an eternity.She was about to head out to the Glimmering Tower as usual to see Adrian, but then she remembered that he had returned to Meadow Ridge.A pang of emptiness settled in her chest.She thought back to how Rosalind had seemed tonight. Carissa realized that when a woman got married, her heart was filled with so much joy, excitement, and bashfulness. The happiness just radiated from Rosalind.Carissa thought back to her own two weddings—both had been too calm and quiet.Lulu helped remove her makeup and was about to prepare a bath, but Carissa stopped her, pulling her down to sit beside her instead."Lulu, I've mentioned before that we need to talk about your marriage. Have you thought about anyone in