Molly replied coldly, "I am the prince's wife. There's no question of blame between us. But if this matter is troubling him, I will take it seriously. Get a carriage ready. I'll leave right away."Seeing her willingness to go, Fiona didn't care how condescending Molly's tone was. Fiona hurried outside to call for the carriage.As soon as Molly stepped out, she spotted Carissa approaching with a large contingent of Capital Guards. At first, Molly didn't recognize Carissa, but after a moment of scrutiny, she identified her.Carissa was accompanied by Michael and a dozen guards, and she had made a grand entrance. Their show of force was deliberate, as they intended to interrogate several noblewomen and titled ladies. It was essential for Carissa to make a statement, to show that if she could confront Yuvan and his household with such authority, then the other noble families could expect nothing less in terms of respect.If she didn't create a similar spectacle for the other families
Carissa didn't seem angered by Stephanie's tone. Instead, she turned to the scribe, Kirk, and said flatly, "Note that Lady Stephanie appears impatient and unwilling to cooperate. This raises concerns of defiance against royal orders."Kirk opened his book, and Michael quickly prepared the ink."Understood, Commander Sinclair."Stephanie was taken aback, her cheeks flushing with indignation. "Carissa, don't say such nonsense! When have I ever defied orders?"Carissa remained unmoved in her seat and continued, "Also note that Lady Stephanie scolded me and has displayed an extremely poor attitude."Kirk's quill flew across the page. "Noted. It's been recorded."Stephanie walked over and saw that Kirk had indeed written down Carissa's words. In a fit of anger, she reached out to tear the page, but Michael swiftly blocked her with his sword. Then, he coldly said, "Note that Lady Stephanie attempted to destroy the testimony."Stephanie stumbled back two steps. She was caught off gua
When Carissa asked the question, no one answered. Whatever they said would be recorded. Disloyalty toward one's parents or elderly relatives was a grave sin. Even if they were not held accountable, it would not benefit their future prospects if word got out. In a noble family, who would want to marry a disloyal daughter?Among them, only Randall showed a hint of guilt, but he remained silent.Carissa glanced at them and said to Kirk, "Make a note of this—Lady Avis' children, as well as the concubine's children in the household, have nothing to say. I can't tell if they are ashamed or indifferent."Stephanie quickly replied, "How can you say that? How can we not have wanted to take care of our mom? The truth is our dad was unwell at the time, so we had to take care of him. Besides, we were still young and unmarried. It wouldn't have been appropriate for us to go to Verdant Monastery."A mocking glint flickered in Carissa's eyes."So, because your dad was ill, you all stayed in
After Fiona finished speaking, she suddenly covered her mouth for a moment, looking at Carissa in terror. "Did you just say that girl died three years after entering Harmony Palace? She had her fingers and toes chopped off? Heavens, how could that happen? What did she do wrong? I thought she came from a decent family and had good character, which is why I sent her to Grand Princess Eleanor. What could she have possibly done to deserve that?""She erred by being seen by you," Carissa said. "What?" Fiona's face registered shock and innocence. "I truly didn't expect this. I had good intentions. I thought the Marquis of Grovehill's family was a noble household. Even if the girl was just a concubine, it would be better than marrying a commoner."Carissa replied coldly, "Are you saying you didn't know she would end up staying at Harmony Palace instead of Grovehill Estate? That's quite the convenient excuse."Fiona hurriedly explained, "I really didn't know! After all, Lord Henry doesn
The Quinton family had navigated the political landscape for many years, and they were now in their prime. Malcolm had gained significant favor during the reign of King Sigmund. He prided himself on understanding the late king's intentions, yet he couldn't grasp the current king's mindset.He couldn't understand why Salvador would appoint Carissa as Mystic Army's commander. This position was critical. If the Hell Monarch and his people had treasonous intentions, the power that came with that role was considerable.Thus, he convened a family meeting, where he imposed strict measures and expressed his dissatisfaction with Carissa."Causing such a commotion will turn the noble families of the capital upside down. I fear it may lead to wrongful accusations. I never realized she was such an impatient and self-serving person. She made an example out of Prince Yuvan's household right off the bat—how can we expect her to show any mercy to the other families? It's simply absurd."Felix and
Now that Viola was pregnant, her thoughts were often clouded, and she was overly sensitive. When she heard about Barrett's promotion, she felt joy. But upon learning that Carissa was his superior, tears filled her eyes.She leaned against Barrett's arm, choking on her words. "I'm not jealous of her, but how can she possibly hold power over you? You discovered the evidence of Grand Princess Eleanor's treachery. If it weren't for you, the grand princess' ambitions might still be hidden from everyone."I just can't accept it! Why are you always overshadowed by her? When it comes to contributions and achievements, haven't you surpassed her? How could the king allow a woman to be the commander? To let a woman oversee the Mystic Army, along with the Crown Guard and the Royal Guard—it's absurd! The men have lost all their dignity!"Barrett listened to her choked voice and felt a twinge of irritation in his heart. He remembered the assassin who had faced him that night—he knew exactly who
A woman shouldn't strike her husband, especially not in the face. Such behavior was unacceptable in a prestigious household like the Warren family, no matter their current status, and even ordinary people wouldn't resort to that. In moments of anger, it was more acceptable to hit someone's shoulder or arm. After all, a woman's fists didn't pack much power. A slap to the face stripped a man of his dignity.There were servants outside. How could Barrett retain his dignity in the estate at this rate? Especially now that he had been promoted to the commander of the Crown Guard. That slap had knocked out whatever little joy remained in his heart.Viola bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes. Deep down, she knew she had crossed a line, but pride held her back from apologizing."Forget it. Just leave," Barrett said, suppressing his anger.He didn't want to argue anymore. He had suffered enough from their discord, and it drained him.After hitting him, Viola felt a twinge of guilt. Ho
Evelyn was no fool. She understood her daughter's character well. However, seeing Viola come home in tears, heavily pregnant, tugged at her heartstrings. After all, Viola hadn't caused any trouble recently, and the past was behind them. What mother could truly hold a grudge against her own child?So, when she heard Viola mention that Barrett was neglecting her, even being indifferent to her returning to her family during her pregnancy, Evelyn decided to send someone to call Zoey. She wanted to see how to help mend Viola and Barrett's relationship.By the time Zoey arrived, Luna was already seated in Evelyn's room."You're here, Zoey!" Luna stood up, secretly relieved.If Zoey was any later, she would have to find a way to escape.Zoey nodded in acknowledgment. "Hello, Mother.""You arrived just in time," Evelyn said, her expression serious as she sat in her seat.Next to her was Viola, whose tears had yet to dry. Given her pregnancy, she could only choke out a greeting to her
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,