When Violet woke up, the first thing she heard was that Carissa was about to join court as an official. Carissa would actually become the commander of the Mystic Army and oversee the Capital Guard, the Garrison Unit, the Royal Guard, and the Crown Guard.Violet felt like she was in a dream. She gasped several times before rubbing her eyes and asking, "Are you really going to be a government dog?"Carissa chuckled. "Are you talking about being a corrupt government official? Why can't I be a good one?""Then, you must be a righteous official!" Violet propped herself up on her elbow, tapping her chin with her finger. "Alright, you can definitely be a righteous official."Carissa remembered the times they had ventured through the martial world together. Back then, like all martial artists, they looked down on local officials, especially those known for their corruption. Those officials were often referred to as "government dogs".Of course, they had also encountered righteous offici
On this day, a sudden change occurred in the capital. Albert York heard from a servant he sent to buy things that there had been some kind of commotion. He instructed the servant not to get involved or pay attention to any of it. His grandson was serving as the head archivist at Hell Monarch Estate, so they shouldn't mix with anyone related to political affairs or even discuss them.Of course, Albert didn't believe the events would affect his family in any way. Since they started living in the capital, they followed a principle of caution in their words and actions to avoid causing trouble for Jacob.After breakfast, Albert settled in the small courtyard to soak up the sun. As winter approached, the weather gradually turned colder, and sunny days became especially rare.Jacob's mother, Ethel, approached and spoke respectfully to her father-in-law, "Father, I heard from Daisy that you didn't eat much at breakfast. Are you unwell?""My appetite's just a bit off. It's nothing to wor
As the carriage made its way to Hell Monarch Estate, Ethel clutched a lunch box. Despite pouring every ounce of strength into holding back her emotions, tears streamed down her face like a broken dam.It had been 18 years. There had been countless days and nights of torment Ethel could never forget. Every single day, she regretted not being kinder to her daughter.While her in-laws, husband, and son had all showered Jaina with love, she had been the strict one, sometimes even punishing her by slapping her hand, confining her to her room, and leaving her hungry.Over the years, many memories had faded. However, the image of Jaina's wronged little face, her tear-streaked cheeks, and how she had timidly come to Ethel after being scolded remained painfully clear. Each memory was a drop that merged into a river, eroding the most tender spots of her heart day after day.Ethel couldn't forgive herself. Jaina wasn't particularly mischievous, so why had she scolded her? Why had she hit he
Violet loved happy reunions, but she dreaded the heart-wrenching pain of separation and death. Unsure how to comfort Jaina, she gently patted the latter's back. "Don't cry. Life and death are fated. Lucas had suffered from illness for so long. Death may not be a good release, but at least he passed without prolonged suffering."At that moment, Violet truly wished Lucas had died peacefully in his sleep.Initially, Jacob had suggested telling Jaina that Lucas had died of his illness. However, both Rafael and Carissa disagreed. Jaina had the right to know who was responsible for Lucas' death. Violet shared this sentiment. If someone had killed her mentor—just hypothetically—she would want to know her enemy rather than remain blissfully unaware.As Jaina continued to cry sadly, Violet reassured, "Don't be sad. I'm taking you to see Jacob, your grandfather, and your mother. Your father is on his way to the capital too. I'm sure Lucas' spirit will be happy to see you reunited with you
Jaina felt a deep grievance, an indescribable mix of hurt and sorrow. Holding the frail woman in front of her, all the injustices she had endured in the past surged forth like a river breaking through a dam.This was her mom—someone she had never dared to dream she could embrace again in this lifetime. After a moment, Jacob stepped forward with Albert. Following a heartfelt reunion, both men were soon in tears, while Ethel still clung tightly to Jaina's hand. In her memory, her little girl had been just seven—and now, she was twenty-five.The images from Jaina's memories began to sharpen, but her recollections of her mom remained vivid and youthful. The woman had been so full of life, her voice so loud that neighbors could hear her scolding. Yet now, Ethel could barely manage to speak without sounding breathless.Violet and Carissa stood outside and watched. They dabbed their eyes as they listened to the family reminisce through their tears, feeling both touched and sad. It turn
In the side hall, Derek was enjoying the refreshments, sipping a cup of coffee. When he saw Carissa enter, he smiled warmly and rose to greet her."No need for formalities, Mr. Walker. Please, take a seat," Carissa urged, gently pushing down Derek's hand.She knew Derek had helped her and her mom significantly over the years, often in ways she couldn't openly acknowledge. Today seemed like the perfect opportunity to express her gratitude.Once Derek sat down, Carissa bowed her head slightly. "I know you've done a lot for my mother and I over the years, Mr. Walker. After I married Raf, I can only imagine how much you've spoken on his behalf in front of the king. I truly thank you for that."Derek smiled kindly at her. "Your gratitude is too much for me to bear, Your Grace. Please sit down. I want to talk with you for a moment."Carissa took a seat, her expression warm and inviting. "Please go ahead.""It's about this position you've taken on," Derek said, his demeanor gradually tu
Harmony Palace was in disarray.All the stewards, along with Eleanor, had been taken away. The palace maids and servants were temporarily confined in Harmony Palace under the watchful eye of the Supreme Court officials, to be summoned later for questioning.The Capital Guard and the Garrison Unit had withdrawn, and the case was now in the hands of the Supreme Court.Rafael's deputy minister, Matthew, arranged for the women who had been imprisoned to send word back to their families. If their families were found to be involved and their assets needed to be confiscated after the case was over, the Supreme Court would take the money from Eleanor's funds instead.Melanie Lester lived in the capital, so she was allowed to return home first. Carmen came to pick her up personally, still reeling in disbelief that the operation had taken place on the first of October rather than the fifteenth.Thinking about how Carissa had kept that from her, Carmen felt a surge of anger. Carissa didn't t
Carmen felt a chill run through her as she listened to her mom. "That can't be true! If she really wants to rely on a powerful family, wasn't Samuel a good match? He loved her dearly."Melanie smiled bitterly. "Samuel was the Earl of Gracehold's heir and a top scholar. However, he married the Duchess of Everpeace, Prince Harvey's daughter. Since that was the case, Celeste had no hope of rising higher. Samuel may have said he loved her, but he never truly did anything for her. He doted on her, but he wouldn't dare elevate her to the status of a rightful wife."Carmen blinked in confusion. "A rightful wife?"As the carriage rolled forward, Melanie's gaze darkened. "Yes. She believes that unless she becomes a rightful wife, she'll have no chance of becoming the main wife after the current wife dies. If she can't become a rightful wife, she'll just be a concubine. Even if the main wife dies, she won't attain her desired status. She said she could accept being a concubine, but she does
The position Faelan took at the table represented Nerathia's stance in the negotiations.They were neutral!Carissa couldn't help but marvel once more at the power of a strong kingdom.The initial stages of the talks were tedious, with the same points being repeated over and over. The translators were busy, their voices echoing with historical debates. This was inevitable, as conceding too early would only lead to further compromises.As such, the first round of negotiations yielded no agreement. It was simply a test of boundaries.The second round began the following day. Again, they emphasized the same points.But after the second repetition, Faelan spoke up, saying, "There is no point in prolonging this. The dispute over the border has lasted for decades. It will not be resolved in a day. Let us set the border issue aside for now. What I wish to know is whether both sides are committed to establishing peace and mutual non-aggression between your kingdoms."The answer was unan
Carissa noticed that the nobles and officials of Orivenia seemed unaware of Nerathia's intention to intervene in the negotiations.Their faces betrayed confusion, but after a moment, they revealed expressions of joy and confidence. It seemed they also believed that Nerathia's involvement would provide Orivenia with solid backing.Seeing this, Carissa felt a slight sense of reassurance. If that were really the case, Lisandra would have informed them beforehand. Or at least, she would have let the negotiating officials know.But why hadn't she?It seemed there was only one explanation. Lisandra was also hoping for mutual concessions. Few at court supported her, so she had brought in Faelan from Nerathia—someone whom everyone would trust.This made sense of the conversation from the previous night, when Lisandra had invited Carissa and Violet to the palace. The remarks about unmet wishes were clear now. The example of the women taking part in the civil service examinations was just t
In banquets like these, no one truly ate with much enthusiasm. Most dishes were merely tasted before being set aside, barely touched before servants whisked them away.But the Nerathians were different. They treated every dish with genuine respect, cleaning their plates entirely, no matter what was served. Their wine glasses, once filled, were immediately emptied again. The palace servants attending to them must have been exhausted, constantly refilling their glasses and replacing empty plates.Violet recalled their meal at Spring Pavilion. Just like tonight, not a single scrap had been left behind. She wanted to say something to Carissa, but the only sound in the hall was the clinking of cutlery and the quiet shifting of plates. Speaking now would be too conspicuous.Still, one glance between them was enough.Violet's thought was clear—the Nerathians' presence at this banquet must be tied to the negotiations. Carissa agreed.However, their exact role remained uncertain. Were they
The banquet began in the late afternoon, with Liam personally escorting the Starhaven delegation to the palace again.As they had suspected, the coronation ceremony had already been held. This evening's gathering was mainly focused on the border negotiations. Upon entering, Carissa and Violet noticed that there were no other foreign emissaries present—only royals, nobles, and officials from various departments.While they showed no hostility toward the Starhaven delegation, they weren't particularly welcoming either. Since a translator was needed for communication, conversations remained minimal, limited to simple greetings.Just as they were settling in, Lisandra turned to the Starhaven delegation and remarked, "Today, we have guests from Nerathia joining us as well. They should be arriving shortly. I believe you will find that you have much in common."Davis' eyes brightened immediately. "Guests from Nerathia? Who might they be?"His excitement was understandable.The weapons t
Lisandra continued, "The irony is, when I was a grand princess, I could call for women to join the ranks of government without hesitation. Now that I am the queen, I must move slowly, cautiously, balancing all the factions, weakening their hostility and wariness toward me. There are so many things to consider and so many forces at play. At times, I grow impatient, and I wish I could simply rid myself of those who oppose me."Carissa thought for a moment before replying, "In truth, whether one is a king or an official, man or woman, I believe their goal is the same, Your Majesty. It's to ensure the long-term stability of the kingdom and the peace and prosperity of the people. "When the nation prospers and war is no longer a threat, any reforms you wish to make will face less resistance. But for now, you must first secure your position, Your Majesty."Her meaning was subtle, but Lisandra understood clearly. The kingdom was still in turmoil, with various factions causing obstacles. Si
The royal palace of Orivenia stood resplendent and imposing, its golden architecture gleaming under the night sky, exuding an air of solemn grandeur.Upon passing through the first palace gate, the carriage rolled smoothly along the wide palace path, its spaciousness a stark contrast to the more cramped streets outside. However, what stood out the most was the abundance of lamps. It seemed as if oil was no object, for the palace grounds were lit up as though the night itself had been banished. As they got out of the carriage and walked along the winding corridor, the large trees ahead were hung with many lamps. Anyone trying to hide in the trees wouldn't stand a chance; they would be seen immediately.Liam led the way. As they approached a grand palace hall, two female attendants stepped forward. They exchanged a few words with Liam in the Westic before smiling and nodding to Carissa and Violet."Ladies, Her Majesty invites you to enter the palace," Liam said with a polite gesture
By the time they reached the capital of Orivenia, it was the 13th of August. A full month had passed since they left Starhaven.The afternoon sun shone brightly, and Kendrick lay back in the carriage as they entered the city.Since entering Orivenia's borders, they had endured seven assassination attempts. The last one had been particularly brutal, likely involving suicide soldiers. Many of the Mystic Army were injured, and even Violet had been grazed on the shoulder. Thankfully, it hadn't struck anything vital.Kendrick's fear was understandable. The attack had come when he was emerging from the washroom. The assassin's sword had pierced his chest, nearly plunging in completely. It was Carissa who noticed in time and swiftly turned, driving her spear into the assassin's chest before dragging him back with the hooked tip of her dagger, saving Kendrick's life.Though the injuries were minor, Kendrick reacted as if he had been mortally wounded. He howled in agony for half the night b
Kendrick had been shaken by the attack, and the royal physician had already been called to prepare a sedative to calm his nerves.When Carissa visited him, it was a pitiful sight. His face was as pale as paper, drained of all color. His lips trembled, and he shakily asked if the assassins were gone.She reassured him, saying they had gone, and only then did his trembling subside slightly.The people around him had already informed him that the assassins were driven off, but he hadn't believed them. He needed to hear it from Carissa to feel any sense of security.Carissa reminded him to rest and recuperate before she left.Meanwhile, Davis was busy comforting the others. As the Defense Minister, he had seen his fair share of chaos and remained calm. Also, he trusted Carissa and the Mystic Army. He didn't think there was much to fear—at worst, they had just risked losing a head.It was Meadow Ridge's members who gathered together, speculating that the black-clad figures they had en
At the break of dawn, the large procession set out for Orivenia.Carissa didn't feel much regret in leaving. After all, they would pass through Victory Pass on the way back, and she would have the chance to meet with her grandfather and his family again.Once they had left Victory Pass, the road grew rougher. Many sections were full of deep potholes or had been intentionally damaged, making it difficult for the carriages to move forward.However, Kendrick was determined not to ride a horse again. Even after days of rest, his legs were still sore from the relentless friction of the saddle. Walking was manageable, but sitting on horseback? That was pure agony.So, despite having earned his merit at Victory Pass for establishing an orphanage there, Kendrick insisted on traveling by carriage. When the wheels got stuck or the path became too treacherous, the Mystic Army soldiers dismounted and pushed the carriage forward, inching their way through the difficult terrain.Fortunately,