The thick curtains were drawn so tightly that not a breath of air could pass through. There were four or five charcoal burners scattered throughout the room. With the windows slightly open and the charcoal not producing smoke, the air circulated just enough to make the room warm without feeling stifling.Horace moved a stool into the second layer of curtains, then approached and gently placed the hand of the person lying in bed on the edge."Mr. Wright, please sit and check His Highness' heart rate."Seth sat down, intending to lift the curtain to see Harvey's face, but Horace stopped him."His Highness mustn't be exposed to the cold.""It's necessary to observe his complexion, not just his heart rate," Seth said, frowning.What was going on? If Harvey was sick, it was only right to focus on treatment.Keith stepped forward and pulled back the curtain with one swift motion. The figure lying in bed was trembling uncontrollably—he was clearly not Harvey.As Horace's face drained
After collecting his thoughts, Salvador was struck by a question—why had his mom suddenly sent someone to treat his uncle?He paused, deep in thought, then asked, "I heard from the palace servants that Aunt Helen came by today."Victoria chuckled. "Yes, I asked her to come. The Treasury Office sent over a batch of new jewelry, and among them was a pure-gold and seven-colored gemstone tiara. Kylie and Sylvia both wanted it, so I was caught in a dilemma."Kylie is the queen, so if she liked it, it should've gone to her. But Sylvia is carrying your son, which gives her great merit. I couldn't decide who to give it to, so I gave it to your aunt. Little did I know, she was like a thief—she not only took that tiara, but also snatched up seven or eight other pieces. I really regret it."Salvador laughed along with her. "If she likes it, then it's good. If she's happy, then you're happy, Mom."He wasn't concerned about material wealth. Making his mom happy was what mattered most.After d
Barrett called for the shopkeeper of The Grand Vault to come over, asking him to bring the staff along to appraise and price everything. As they cleared out one box after another, Barrett was surprised to find that Rebecca had hidden away gold ingots, as well as a large collection of valuable jewelry.Tara explained that some of it had been his mother's dowry, while some had been passed down from his grandmother. Since the family hadn't been split yet, it hadn't been given to the second branch of the family. There were also gifts from Carissa, which Rebecca had hidden away when she left the family. Thankfully, Carissa never asked about them.Barrett instructed Tara to separate the items that had been gifts from Carissa, planning to return them once they were sorted.Tara sighed. "To be honest, even if you return them to her, she probably won't want them. It might be better to give them to Madam Charlotte. After all, she and Lady Carissa were close.""Whether she gives them to Aunt
The man was Wayne, but his appearance was quite different from when Barrett had seen him at Edgeview Estate. Even his face seemed unfamiliar.He took a step forward and nodded in greeting. "Commander Warren, I am aware of the passing of your mom and sister-in-law. My condolences."Though Barrett recognized the sentiment, he still maintained a certain distance, as he did with all strangers, simply saying, "Thank you. Since you don't want to introduce yourself, I'll take my leave now."Wayne nodded and said, "Commander Warren, my name is Horace. I serve at Hartstone Estate. It was Lady Heather's request that I come to offer my condolences. Considering the unpleasantness between you and Lady Carissa in the past, she felt it inappropriate to visit directly."Barrett hadn't met many people from Hartstone Estate, but he knew that their steward was named Horace, so this man was likely him.However, the man before him had a scholarly air about him, far from the typical appearance of someo
Barrett wasn't really surprised. Though his time as the commander of the Crown Guard had been short, he wasn't foolish and could sense the king's intentions to make the Crown Guard an independent unit.Salvador was wary of the Hell Monarch, so how could he allow Carissa to control all the security in the kingdom, including the king's own safety?Barrett smiled wryly. "Well, it's something beyond my control. I am in mourning for my mom and must observe the mourning period."Wayne smiled gently, pouring him a cup of coffee. He spoke quietly, "Prince Harvey can help you."Barrett blinked, taken aback. Harvey barely interacted with anyone in the capital, so how could he possibly help him? Besides, would he really do it out of guilt—if that guilt even existed? And if there was guilt, it would be for Carissa, not for him.Barrett wasn't stupid.Setting aside whether Harvey could actually help him, if he could, it would be for a reason. If he truly did assist him, Barrett would owe him,
Barrett met Wayne's gaze, feeling an icy chill run down his spine as he saw the calculating glint in the latter's eyes.The case involving Eleanor's rebellion wasn't even resolved yet, and now Harvey was trying to place someone by the king's side? Was he really as timid as he seemed? What exactly was he trying to do?Barrett knew his own limits. He could never play double agent, especially not with Salvador. Having ten lives wouldn't be enough if he tried that.He stood up immediately and respectfully said, "There's a matter at home that requires my attention. I must take my leave."Without waiting for a reply, he turned and left.Wayne stared after Barrett's retreating figure, his expression growing serious.Had he misjudged? Did Barrett truly lack any ambition? Did he understand what it meant to be commander of the Crown Guard? That role meant he would be the king's most trusted personal guard, even more influential than a second-rank minister.There was no way Barrett lacked
Two days later, Kyle arrived with a carrier pigeon from Winona. His face was serious."The king of Westhaven plans to send envoys to Starhaven. An official correspondence will arrive in the next few days."Rafael's expression darkened.It had been inevitable. Sooner or later, this day would come.Before the New Year celebrations had even ended, Salvador announced that the Crown Guard would be separated from the Mystic Army and would no longer be answerable to Carissa. Also, Barrett would remain in charge of the Crown Guard.Barrett could hardly believe it. He recalled his meeting with the man the other day and privately wondered if it was really Harvey helping him. But if it was the prince, then Barrett's reinstatement came with considerable risk.He had no one to consult, so he went home and told Viola."Who cares what he wants to do? Just get reinstated as an official and be done with it. Besides, the Crown Guard isn't even under Carissa's control anymore. How is that not a go
Salvador and the entire court were faced with only two choices.The first was to flatly deny the massacre of civilians ever occurred.The second was to act as though they had been unaware of the events, and after receiving the official correspondence from Westhaven, cooperate with their investigation. They could arrest those responsible, take corrective measures, and salvage their kingdom's honor before it was too late.The official correspondence from Westhaven did not mention the border issues, but that matter would be decided later.Salvador gathered his ministers and deliberated for three days.The first option was impossible—Westhaven had already issued a formal accusation and had enough evidence. They had been building support within their own borders for months. The borders between the two kingdoms were already in turmoil, and any attempt to deflect responsibility would lead directly to war.Given that the second option was the only viable one, the question now became who
With Salvador having summoned the court officials to the royal study, the discussions continued late into the night. It was only when Sebastian stepped in to interrupt, informing them that the hour had grown late, that the session came to a close."Has it really gotten this late? Let's call it a night, then. The palace gates will be locked soon," said Salvador, stretching his arms with a smile.Despite the late hour, the king appeared to be in high spirits, especially with the color back in his face. He hardly resembled a man suffering from illness.Carissa waited for Rafael to finish his meeting before leaving the palace with him. Exhausted, she leaned against his shoulder and drifted into a deep, drowsy sleep.When the carriage arrived at the estate, Rafael lifted her into his arms. Carissa, half-conscious, recognized the motion but was too tired to protest. She simply let him carry her inside, finding comfort in his strong embrace.Over the past three months, she had only been
On the fifteenth of October, the envoy delegation finally returned to the capital.The Mystic Army dispersed on the spot, while Davis, Alden, and the other officials made their way to the palace to report to the king. Kendrick, who had been weak and unable to stand on his own, seemed to find strength now. He insisted that he accompany them to the palace as well.As for Carissa, Rafael had been waiting at the city gates for her. Every day, he had someone stationed there. Sometimes, during his midday breaks, he would go himself. Today, he finally caught sight of her.While Davis and the others were reporting at the palace, Carissa went to see Helen with Rafael. Seeing her daughter-in-law's fatigue, Helen urged her to hurry and bathe and change. With that, the couple returned to Orchid Hall.When Carissa emerged in fresh clothes after her bath, her lips were oddly swollen. Joy stared at her, surprised. Without thinking, she glanced at Rafael. It seemed that when Carissa was bathing, R
After resting at Victory Pass for five days, Kendrick finally recovered. Now that he was well, it was time to set off for the capital.Though Carissa was reluctant to part with her family, she could only say a tearful farewell. She bowed deeply to Dominic, nearly causing tears to spill from his own eyes.Davis, who held the utmost respect for Dominic, was the most emotional. While Carissa silently wept, Davis openly wept. He knew this was likely the last time he would ever see the venerable old general, who had served Starhaven in Victory Pass for decades.Dominic was already in the twilight years of his life, and he looked much frailer than the last time they had met. Even though Salvador had granted him leave to return to the capital, the long, grueling journey would likely be too much for him to bear, and the Sullivan family might not permit him to make the trip.Dominic spoke with Davis for a while, and the latter's sobs grew louder.Cindy had never asked about the details of
The journey home began in early September. The heat of summer had passed, replaced by a cool breeze.Liam personally escorted the delegation, accompanying them all the way to Fawnrun City.The return journey was uneventful—no more attempts on their lives, and everything proceeded smoothly. Once they crossed the rolling mountains, they entered Starhaven's territory.They hadn't notified Dominic in advance, so Carissa didn't expect anyone to be there to greet them. But as soon as they crossed into Starhaven, they saw Barrett leading the Sullivan Army, waiting for them.Relief was clear on Barrett's face when he saw they had returned safely. He rode forward, then dismounted and greeted Kendrick, Davis, and the others."Your Highness, Mr. Lloyd, esteemed lords, Grand General Sullivan sent me to wait here. I will escort you back to Victory Pass."Davis raised an eyebrow. "How did Grand General Sullivan know we were returning today?""He didn't know, but he ordered us to wait here eve
"This journey was not only for the sake of Orivenia and Starhaven, but also for Nerathia. No need for thanks; relations between kingdoms are always driven by mutual interests. It is only through personal friendship that true sincerity arises," Faelan replied.Carissa nodded thoughtfully, but curiosity got the better of her. "Might I ask if you know my mentor, Adrian Russell?"Faelan chuckled. "I do. He has been to Nerathia and even stayed at my training grounds for a time. My guard commander, Shadow, is quite close with your mentor. They would often drink together.""Ah, I see," Carissa mused, thinking back to the shadowy figures she had seen.She wondered which of them was the esteemed Shadow. It would be a great pity if she couldn't meet him.As if reading her mind, Faelan chuckled. "In three or five years, we'll visit Starhaven. When the time comes, I'll introduce you to Shadow."Carissa was about to express her thanks, but Violet interjected, "Why wait three or five years? Co
After two days of touring, Liam finally spoke to Carissa."Your country has a Miracle Healer named Sebastian Dalton, right? He's been making a medicine called Snowdrop Pills. Snow Blossom is a key ingredient, but your kingdom has only a limited supply. It grows at the Southern Frontier, but only high atop the snowy mountains. It's difficult to gather and incredibly scarce."However, in our kingdom, Snow Blossoms are not so rare. It's found on many high peaks. The Snow Blossom that Healer Dalton uses now is bought secretly from Orivenia's herbal merchants at a steep price. It's so expensive that every Snowdrop Pill he sells is at a loss."Carissa knew that Snowdrop Pills were rare because some of the ingredients were hard to find, but Sebastian had never specifically mentioned which ones.However, if he was buying an ingredient from Orivenia, it made sense why he needed to keep it a secret. Previously, there was no trade between Orivenia and Starhaven, especially when it came to med
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