After Carissa left, Leopold remained in a daze for a long while. It took him a while to slowly regain his senses. His eyes were bloodshot as he seized Jessica by the collar and raised his hand, delivering a sharp slap across her face."How dare you hit me?! You coward!" she screamed like a crazed woman."That's not all I'm going to do! I'm divorcing you!" Leopold snapped, raising his voice for the first time as rage boiled within him."What?" Jessica froze for a moment, her face darkening ominously. "Say that again!""You're such a vicious woman! Why wouldn't I divorce you? Am I supposed to keep you around to harm my family and our people?!"Suddenly, a ceramic pot came crashing down on Leopold's head, shattering with a resounding crack. The force of it sent him staggering back, disbelief washing over his face as he stared at the frenzied Jessica. As dizziness overtook him, he collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his head."Lord Leopold!" The servants rushed in and hasti
Rafael and Carissa traveled to the palace by carriage. Ever since the rebellion case had emerged, their lives had become a whirlwind of chaos, leaving them barely enough time to exchange a few words before collapsing into bed.As they traveled, Rafael wrapped his arm around Carissa and said, "There's something I need to tell you upfront, just so you won't be disappointed.""I know what you're going to say. His Majesty won't execute Eleanor, will he?" Carissa leaned against his broad chest, her eyelids growing heavy. She didn't mind the fighting and killing on the battlefield, but the constant travel to gather testimonies and enduring the sarcastic remarks from various families was wearing her down, especially when dealing with those who were overly self-important."I mentioned Yuvan to him, but His Majesty didn't ask you to investigate him. With his level of suspicion, how could he not look into Yuvan? I suspect he sent someone else to check. He probably sent people from the Crown
Salvador turned to Carissa and asked, "What have you found out about the noble families that have close ties with Eleanor?"Carissa replied honestly, "I haven't finished my inquiries yet, Your Majesty. So far, I've discovered that one of Henry's concubine's daughters is at Stillcrest Estate. Her name is Tabitha. After questioning her, it appears she hasn't been involved in any tasks."That's because her biological mother passed away the day after she entered the Marquis of Stillcrest's family, so Eleanor couldn't get hold of her weakness. Since she is favored by the Marquis of Stillcrest's heir, she has since distanced herself from Eleanor."A glint of sharpness flashed in Salvador's eyes. "Does anyone in the Marquis of Stillcrest's family know her true identity?""The entire family claims to be unaware. I asked the servants, and they said Lady Tabitha rarely leaves the house since she married into the family."Salvador inquired further, "Is Tabitha still residing in Stillcrest Es
Rafael agreed with Carissa's approach. After all, these were innocent people caught in the crossfire. From the moment they were born, the daughters of Henry's concubines had been destined to be used.That alone demonstrated that Eleanor had harbored treasonous thoughts for many years. If Eleanor claimed Rafael was the mastermind behind the rebellion, Salvador wouldn't believe it, nor would the officials or the common people."If we're going to protect them, we need to keep a close watch on them. Some of them have spent many years in noble households and know each of those families' weaknesses. We can't allow them to be exploited again," Rafael said."Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," Carissa replied confidently.The royal edict was delivered to Ironridge Estate, stripping Jessica of her title, reclaiming her lands, and removing her from the ranks of the inner court. Jessica was condemned to a life as a commoner, without the possibility of regaining her title. This meant that e
At Oakspire Estate, all men with official positions had already left. Those without official positions were summoned to the main hall. They listened to the intermittent knocking that echoed from outside.Throughout his life, Norman had worn his emotions on his sleeve, never concealing his feelings. He was the illustrious Duke of Oakspire, a title he had earned through his own efforts. Though his sons and grandsons had served in court, their positions were modest. Their family avoided jealousy and suspicion from the king.As long as Norman hadn't harmed anyone, no one dared to be disrespectful in his presence. The title of commander of the Mystic Army meant nothing to him. He only respected the Mystic Army itself. To him, the commander was simply trash.As the knocking came again, Norman leisurely picked up a cup of coffee. He blew on it before sipping, his gaze fixed on his anxious sons and grandsons. "Don't worry about it. Let them keep knocking," he said dismissively.Norman's
Norman had always valued Gareth's opinions, as the two shared the same mindset. In fact, Norman also thought of Carissa in the same manner as Gareth did. Once Gareth spoke up, everyone nodded in agreement, primarily because Norman had shown his support first. He never hesitated to express his approval for his fourth son.In contrast, Mikhail's objections seemed weak and feeble. Despite his diminished state, he felt compelled to voice his thoughts. "Gareth, you're mistaken. The Capital Guard has its own methods for handling cases. Lady Carissa hails from a military family and has made contributions on the Southern Frontier battlefield. If she were incapable, His Majesty wouldn't have set a precedent by assigning her such an important task."Moreover, she's not investigating just any case—she's dealing with a treason case. The fact that she's acting on official orders means she could have summoned us to the Supreme Court for questioning. Instead, she came to us directly and waited
Gareth shot up from his seat and glared at the guards behind him. "What's going on? Didn't I tell you not to open the door? Who let her in?""I came in myself. I waited for an hour. When you didn't open the door and planned to douse me with dirty water, I had no choice but to offend you by intruding," said Carissa, stepping forward.Her gaze swept across those present. Norman was the oldest, and he was flanked by two men who must be his second and third sons.Before coming here, Carissa had looked over portraits of those who served in Norman's household, so she had a general idea of their appearances. One of the men, wearing a stone-blue brocade coat, looked anxious and frustrated. When he saw her, a flicker of surprise crossed his features. That must be Norman's heir, Mikhail.Carissa recognized the man who had spoken earlier. He was Norman's fourth son, Gareth. He was easily recognized because he was the armory officer in the Ministry of Defense. Also, Carissa was here because
Gareth angrily shouted, "No need for that! If you have something to say, spit it out and then get lost!""Gareth!" Mikhail snapped. "Mind your manners!"Gareth rolled his eyes. "Don't be so weak, Mikhail. What are you afraid of? If we've done nothing wrong, we have nothing to fear."Carissa studied Gareth, recognizing that his temperament mirrored that of his dad. However, Norman had genuine skill and achievements, which made people endure his temper even when it was difficult.Gareth was different. He relied on his dad's power and barked out complaints at the slightest provocation—he was like a yapping dog emboldened by his connections. With such an explosive attitude, few in the Ministry of Defense dared to cross him, which only encouraged his arrogance.Carissa wouldn't indulge him. "Fine, since you don't want the scribe to come in, I'll just remember our conversation in my head. You're Lord Gareth, right? Bring out your concubine, Lady Cecilia. I have questions for her."Ceci
Having failed to convince my mother, I went to my father. However, his response was even more severe.They thought I opposed the marriage because I hadn't spent time with Phineas. They were also convinced that since the match was already being arranged, it would be best for him to take me out and build some rapport between us.I didn't want to go, but my mother's maid forced me into the carriage. The maid was also told to watch me closely to ensure I didn't speak out of turn.Phineas looked all polished up, with shiny hair and a face like he had powdered it that morning. He initially showed me some respect, but soon enough, his true nature began to show. He made crude comments about my appearance, saying that if it weren't for my looks and the fact that I was from the Spencer family, he would never have considered marrying me.His condescending attitude made me uncomfortable. If that had been the worst of it, perhaps I would have simply let it go. But on our way back, he pinched me
Startled, I quickly turned around. Not far behind me stood a man, half-hidden in the shade of a tree. He wore a simple black outfit, his figure thin and unkempt, with dark circles beneath his eyes.It was him—the scholar from the bridge who sold paintings, the one Mr. Klein had called a hopeless case, a student who had dropped out to care for a woman."You're speaking nonsense," I exclaimed, wide-eyed, a shiver running through me at the thought of his strange words. "I've never heard of any water demons here. You're just trying to trick me."Though I had no fear of death, I was uneasy at the thought of demons, particularly if they were going to trap me beneath the mud."I'm not lying to you." Cassius stepped forward, his frail frame seeming even more fragile against the breeze. "If you look around, you'll see no one is here. Why else would such a lovely place be devoid of visitors?""That's because the people who come here are not tourists. They come to pray, and they leave once t
After a while, my cousin and her maid returned to find me. I asked the maid to hand thirty copper coins to Cassius. He smiled and thanked me kindly.I thought our meeting was just a chance encounter and I would never see him again. However, to my surprise, during Grandma's birthday celebration a month later, I saw him again.Our family was hosting a grand dinner, and Leonard Klein, a renowned scholar, had come with his apprentices. And there Cassius was, standing among them.In Ebonflow, the rules for social gatherings weren't as strict as in the capital, with women being allowed to be in the front hall during a banquet. Of course, Cassius didn't recognize me. After all, I had been wearing a veil when we first met, so he had only seen my eyes.He didn't stay long. After presenting Grandma with a beautiful painting, he quickly excused himself, saying he had business to attend to at home.Once he left, Mr. Klein spoke of him with a tone of regret, explaining, "He's a clever young man
Anyone who knew me, Liana Spencer, spoke of me with scorn. Even strangers who heard my story would spit on the ground and say I had no shame.Everyone knew that running away with a man was worse than theft or murder. It was a disgrace no family could easily bear.Many asked me the same question: Did I regret it?I never regretted marrying him, but I did carry guilt in my heart. Because of me, the Spencer family's name was dragged through the mud. My brothers, sisters, nieces, and nephews had a much harder time finding good matches because of my choices.As a daughter of the Spencer family, I lived in comfort from the moment I was born. I wore fine dresses, ate the best foods, and was showered with love. My parents doted on me, while my brothers spoiled me terribly.But there was something wrong with me.By the time I was fourteen, I still hadn't gotten my monthly courses. We consulted physician after physician, and I drank countless doses of bitter medicine, day and night. Yet, no
Snow fell softly in the dead of winter, blanketing Victory Pass in white. At that moment, the world seemed to have been made pure again.For years, I wore nothing but a tattered priest's robe. I carried a broken bowl and wandered from place to place, asking for food. I stopped only briefly at temples along the way to rest for a night or two and kneel before the statues to beg for forgiveness.I could have stayed at the first monastery I was sent to. Life there wasn't easy, but it wasn't so hard either. I had warm meals and shelter from the cold. But I knew if I stayed in comfort, I would never wash away my sins.Only by suffering, by staying on the road and bearing the cold, the hunger, the pain, could I find peace in my heart.And so, I came to Victory Pass.My sandals had long since fallen apart. Thick calluses had grown on my feet; I could walk barefoot over rocks and barely feel a thing. Even with every piece of clothing I owned layered over me, the winter cold still cut throug
It was during the Verdant Hunt that Connor fell out of favor with Dad, who scolded him harshly before we left the hunting grounds. Once we returned to the palace, Connor fell ill. Ryan and I were both terribly worried, but Mom was delighted.She held me close that evening, her smile sharper than usual. "After this, your father is sure to be tired of your brother."She told me I must work harder than ever, and to listen closely to the royal chancellor and my uncle."Study better than anyone. Earn their praise. And most importantly, outshine your brother," she said.My heart felt torn. Mom often spoke of the rewards that came with being crown prince, and I won't lie, I was tempted. However, those were all distant things.At the time, I was close to Connor, Ryan, and even our youngest brother, Cecil. We all got along so well. How could I possibly hate my older brother?Those thoughts tangled inside me, day after day. I lost focus. My studies slipped. I made mistakes during riding pra
Before I took the vows and entered the monastery, my name was Caden.From the time I was young, I often heard the same praise whispered around me: "This child is sharp beyond his years—clever, quick-witted, the finest of the three princes."I heard it so often that I came to believe it myself. At times, I even felt proud. But whenever I let that pride rise too high, Mom would bring me back to earth.She would look at me, her eyes soft but filled with something I couldn't quite name—pity, perhaps. And then, she would sigh and say, "What a pity you were born of my womb. If not, you might have risen above that foolish one. But fate favored him, not you."That "foolish one"—I knew well enough who she meant. I had heard her say it so many times in private, though never once in public.It puzzled me greatly as a child. Mom clearly disliked my eldest brother, Connor, more than anyone. Yet, whenever he came near, she would smile warmly and speak kindly. She would even flatter him, calling
Two childhood friends were now each giving their all on very different paths.Clarence had started with herbs, then medicine, and in time, healing became his entire world at Eldermere Keep. At first, it was merely something to pour his heart into, because he knew he would never be allowed to leave the mountain and open a medical hall of his own.But then Ryan came, and afterward, sent Clarence a letter.That letter changed everything.For the first time, Clarence began to hope that maybe, just maybe, he could go down the mountain after all. And once that hope took root, he threw himself into his studies with more energy than ever before. He barely slept, rarely left the apothecary, and sometimes forgot to eat.Because of the pain he had once endured, he focused his efforts on curing injuries and chronic pain. Of course, a good physician had to know more than one thing, so he studied every field without neglecting any.There was a fire inside him now. A quiet flame that had not bur
"Elise, must your mouth run on without end?" Carissa frowned at her daughter, who had been chattering away beside Ryan from the moment he stepped through the door.The little girl's face was flushed from the sun, her hair tangled into a messy nest that made it clear she had only just returned from playing outdoors. She hadn't stopped talking since Ryan came back from his travels, pestering him with questions about what he had seen and done.Elise turned to Carissa with wide eyes, looking up with a face so innocent it could soften stone. She truly had inherited the best features from both her parents."Mom, I haven't seen Ryan in such a long time. Every moment without him felt like an eternity. We've been apart for so long, so of course I have a lot to say to him."Carissa's frown deepened. "And who taught you to speak in such a ridiculous manner? An eternity—where did that come from?""Sage Isaac said it to Aunt Violet. He went back to Meadow Ridge for a few days and said it to her