"It's not like I haven't thought about that too, but we're not there yet. So, let's not worry about it for now. If things don't work out, we can always sell the embroidery in other regions. It's not a huge problem. The real issue is that we haven't even taken the first step yet," said Carissa."True. I didn't expect it to be this difficult. Do you think the women's academy will be just as hard?" Violet asked."No, the demand for spots at the women's academy will exceed the supply," Carissa replied.Violet rested her chin in her hand. "Well, alright then. I'm in a bad mood now, so tonight, I'll have my four apprentices train harder."Carissa laughed. "Sage Violet, go ahead and send out the notice. Your apprentices are all eager to learn martial arts."Violet chuckled. "Kevin's the most diligent. That kid is relentless and his progress is fast. He's a great candidate for martial arts. If he had a mentor when he was younger, his skills would be impressive by now. As it is, he's a bit
So, Barrett really was sticking around the Ministry of Justice of his own volition? That was a rare thing indeed. Who would receive mercy and not leave immediately? Most people would want to get away from there and avoid any bad luck, yet he was still hanging on to the place.What was going on?"Why's he still there?" Carissa asked, genuinely curious now."I don't know. Mr. Lloyd brought the case files today and mentioned that Barrett hasn't said a word since he's been in the confinement room. He only eats one meal a day and just stays there. He originally said he'd only stay for one day, but now... he doesn't want to leave at all," Rafael replied."That's strange. Does he not care about his official position anymore?" Carissa mused, but when she heard it wasn't Salvador's decision, she shifted the topic, asking, "What about what happened during the negotiations? After you reported to His Majesty, didn't he investigate?"Icarus' assassination attempt might have been swept under th
Max's thoughts were somewhat misguided by Carissa. In truth, Salvador wasn't interested in cleaning up the Garrison Unit just yet.As long as things didn't get out of hand, Salvador was content to leave these small matters be. Balance was key, especially now, when the treason case investigation was ongoing. Though Yuvan and Harvey had both come into his line of sight, the evidence against them wasn't solid yet. If these men were purged too early, it could push Yuvan into taking matters into his own hands.It wasn't uncommon for one person's betrayal to drag down an entire family.Besides, Salvador had deeper ambitions. If he couldn't control the Mystic Army, he would let it rot from the inside. That way, it would be logical for the Nightsteel Guard to take its place, something that would naturally occur once the Mystic Army fell apart.Carissa wouldn't stand by and let these useless men cause chaos in the Garrison Unit. People who held even a modicum of power often abused it, tramp
Michael's wife, Lucille, had no love for Barrett at all. She had someone bring out just a couple of snacks to go with the drinks before quickly retreating, taking the servants with her. The room still reeked, and she wasn't about to stay and serve him.Barrett drank in silence, barely touching the food. He could see the contempt Lucille had for him, and it only soured his mood. The more he thought about it, the worse he felt."You should eat something," Michael said, breaking the silence. "Stop just drinking. What's going on with you?"Barrett drained his glass in one go, then suddenly collapsed onto the table, his body shaking with quiet sobs. The sound was muffled, like someone pressing a pillow over his face. The sobs were low and strained, barely escaping his chest.Michael fell silent, focusing on his drink and food. Maybe Barrett just needed a place to let it out, though Michael couldn't tell what exactly he was crying about.After a long while, when it seemed no one would o
By the time Michael realized what had happened and tried to take the wine bottle back from Barrett, most of the contents were already gone. Barrett ended up so drunk that he collapsed, unconscious.Michael couldn't get rid of him—not at all.He cursed himself. What had possessed him to drag such a good-for-nothing back? Drinking this much—Barrett couldn't have drunk himself to death, could he?Frustrated, Michael stormed out and brought in a bucket of cold water, ready to douse him. But when he looked at Barrett—lying there as still as a corpse, his face pale and green—he couldn't bring himself to do it.He shook his head, calling for his servants to prepare a carriage. He would personally take Barrett back to Valor Estate.The ride was rough. Inside the carriage, Barrett vomited wildly. Michael could smell the stench of it from outside as he drove the horses. It was like the foul water of a ditch that hadn't been cleaned in years, mixed with the scent of decay.Fuming, Michael s
In the royal study, Salvador's brows twitched with barely contained fury as he glared at Barrett, who was kneeling before him. His voice was icily cold."Resign? Have you really thought this through?"Barrett lowered his head, his voice trembling. "Your Majesty, I am guilty. I have failed your expectations and the Sullivan family's. I am ashamed before both."Salvador's anger flared, a headache pounding behind his eyes. "If you know how much I've placed my hopes in you, then you should focus on doing your job well, not throwing a tantrum and resigning!"Barrett bowed his head lower. "Your Majesty, I am not throwing a tantrum. I have come to realize my incompetence and inability to live up to the role of deputy commander of the Nightsteel Guard. I ask for your mercy and understanding."Even Derek couldn't watch any longer. To speak so much about guilt was to question the king's judgment. Was that what Barrett was implying?Salvador's voice grew even colder, "Go reflect on your a
Violet had a way of thinking that was a little different from most people. After a moment of silence, she turned to Carissa and asked, "Is it because he's upset the king demoted him and cut his salary? Is that why he's throwing a tantrum and resigning?"She wasn't sure if Barrett was really like that, but she knew she was.Whenever her family or her mentor offered her less than expected, she would dig in her heels and quit, using retreat as a strategy to gain leverage.Seeing the displeasure on Carissa's face, she quickly added, "Let's not talk about him anymore. He's a nuisance. Since the king won't let him resign, there's nothing more to be done. He can't make a fuss."The others nodded in agreement, shifting the conversation to lighter topics. They ate their honey cakes, and when Rafael didn't return, Lulu suggested saving some for him.After everyone left, Violet turned to Carissa and said, "Actually, it might be a good thing if he resigns. A man like him doesn't deserve to be
Helen didn't enjoy dining with her son. Their tastes were too different, and the conversation rarely went beyond a few words. But Victoria always insisted, reminding Helen time and time again that, once a month, she had to sit down with him for a meal. Otherwise, the servants would gossip and say that Rafael and Carissa were disrespectful.Helen sighed. That was just how life was—constantly bound by all sorts of obligations, never able to follow one's heart's desire.Gillian always said Helen didn't know how to appreciate her blessings, but she didn't believe there was such a thing as a truly carefree life. Even in the best of times, there were problems to worry about. Even the wealthiest, most powerful people had their burdens to bear.She would enjoy the good moments when they came, and when she was troubled, she would keep to herself—she had every right to her worries.Rafael and Carissa weren't the chatty types, so they would ask Violet to join them for meals. Violet had a knac
Salvador summoned Eustace to the palace for an audience.Eustace had come prepared. Though he had led his bodyguards and the merchant convoys to quell the unrest, the connection between the Spencer family's collateral branch and Nicholas couldn't be easily dismissed. Even if Salvador publicly declared their merits balanced with their faults, it was not something that could be swept aside without consequence.However, Salvador's attitude towards Eustace was surprisingly warm. The former even praised him for his loyalty to the throne and his patriotic spirit, noting that he resembled his late father in his unwavering commitment. The previous head of the Spencer family had been generous to the court, contributing substantial funds during times of war.Eustace understood the underlying message and quickly offered, "With both the Southern Frontier and Victory Pass embroiled in battle, the Spencer family is willing to contribute in whatever small way we can. We will donate 300,000 silve
Adrian had been in the capital for some time now. In the past, he had been consumed with his studies on sacred firearms, leaving little room for anything else. But now, with some free time, he used the excuse of being unable to let go of the business in the city to extend his stay.The truth was, he was concerned for Carissa.His interest in sacred firearms had begun with his trip to Nerathia to study their methods. He had done it for the Southern Frontier, then Hector, and ultimately, for Rafael and Carissa.As a mentor, Adrian knew that they each had their own paths to walk. He couldn't prevent them from forging their own futures, but he could help them however he could and act as their support.Adrian often claimed he wasn't cut out to be a teacher. But the truth was, his apprentices were exceptional. Each one of them was a person of great character. None of them needed his constant concern—except for Carissa.She had always been wild and carefree. But even so, she had mast
As Nicholas was paraded through the streets, the weight of his downfall crushed him entirely. His sanity fractured and he screamed curses at the people, accusing them of ignorance and foolishness. He raged at the masses, claiming they had been deceived by the court, that they had mistaken a foolish king for a wise ruler. He claimed that only he was the true sovereign—the one destined to bring justice and prosperity.His hoarse cries were drowned out by the roar of the crowd. The people shouted for his death, calling for him to be torn apart. They said that the execution by Torso Cleaving was far too merciful. They demanded he be cut into pieces and slowly tortured to death, as punishment for his evil deeds.On the other hand, Yuvan stayed silent the whole time. Inside, he was filled with resentment and hatred for Nicholas. He believed that if Nicholas hadn't turned his people against him, he could have succeeded.Nicholas was like a poisonous snake, hiding in the shadows. When Yuv
Now that everyone had been gathered, the long-awaited reckoning could finally begin.After thorough investigations by the Supreme Court and the Ministry of Justice, in cooperation with the Capital Guard, it was confirmed that Yuvan, Nicholas, and his associates were indeed guilty of treason.The charges were indisputable. After such a long delay, it was time to list all their crimes for the world to see.Yuvan's entire family—except for Randall, who had provided valuable information—was sent to Astral Prison. However, Randall was also removed from the royal registry. He remained in his post at the Supreme Court, still serving as warden. Despite that, it was clear that any prospects for promotion were now out of reach for the next ten years.Matthew had ordered Randall to take a temporary leave, telling him to stay away from Astral Prison and reflect quietly at home while the matter was sorted.Matthew thought Randall was a bit slow, but at least the latter was honest and willing t
Clifford's eyes gleamed with a sharp light. "Very well. Let's hear some of your self-righteous words."Salvador, ever the suspicious soul, had always been wary of the Hell Monarch's household. Even if Carissa hadn't risen for women's rights, Salvador would still remain cautious of her.How could Carissa not know Clifford's intentions? From the moment he asked, she knew it was a trap.Before she could respond, Clifford sneered and added, "You can always start by flattering King Salvador. Praise him for how he treats women under his rule. As long as your conscience is clear, feel free to do so."Carissa was infuriated, but she wasn't willing to be baited. She met his mocking, challenging gaze. "Don't make assumptions. That's not the same thing at all. You think people are ignorant and narrow-minded as they can't understand your preferences, so you resort to extreme measures to gain their approval. But that's your personal problem. You can't speak for others like you, and you're not
Gerald and Clifford met in the Supreme Court's interrogation room. They sat across from each other, an old wooden table between them. Carissa sat behind the scribe's desk, not far from them. Even if they spoke in hushed tones, she could hear every word clearly.The only sounds in the room were the quiet rustle of breath, the steady beat of hearts, and occasionally, the almost imperceptible sound of a sigh.Yet, no words passed between them.Neither of them exchanged even a fleeting glance. It was as if they were two strangers who were forced to sit together—distant, indifferent.Carissa wondered if it was her presence that made things so strained, though she could not leave. All she could do was endure the awkward silence alongside them.At last, Gerald asked, "Why?"Gerald was truly baffled, struggling to reconcile the person before him with the image of someone he thought he knew. No matter how he looked at Clifford, he could not align the two.Clifford clasped his hands tog
As Carissa returned to the Capital Guard Headquarters the next morning, Heather intercepted her at the door.It had been a long while since Carissa had last seen Heather. In fact, it seemed Heather had kept herself mostly secluded lately.Since Harvey had been brought back to the capital, his son Lennon Sanford had not been captured, but Chester's forces continued their search. It was almost certain that the boy would be caught soon enough.Heather, anxious that Lennon might be implicated and face the same brutal punishment of beheading, rushed to Carissa for help.Carissa knew Heather had already tried appealing to Leona when Harvey was first brought back. She had asked Leona to talk to Carissa on her behalf. Yet Leona had refused, and she never mentioned the matter to Carissa. Carissa only learned of this from Alana."Carissa!" Heather hurried toward her, her face frantic with worry. "I need to speak with you. Could we find a quiet place to talk?""I have matters to attend to.
In her study, Carissa wrote a letter. Then, she handed it to Jacob with instructions to have it delivered to Rafael in the Southern Frontier.She knew the situation in the Southern Frontier. Victor was amassing troops but neither attacking nor retreating, keeping things in a stalemate.Everyone knew that Victor was just stalling. He had been given a military order to invade the Southern Frontier, but since Nicholas had failed, he could not return with any captured cities or military achievements to report.If Victor made a hasty retreat now, he would likely lose more than just his position—his life might be forfeited as well. He attempted to forge alliances with the nomads, hoping to find a way out—perhaps a way to secure his future or an escape from certain doom.The nomads, tired of conflict, had no interest in picking sides. Caught in the middle, they were doing everything they could to remain neutral, refusing to aid either side. If they really had to choose, they would choos
At precisely three in the afternoon, the long execution block was brought forward. The block was forged from ironwood, solid and unyielding. It was the only one of its kind in Starhaven, used solely for execution by Torso Cleaving.The block had been kept in storage for years.Augustus had once deemed the act of Torso Cleaving too brutal. Even those who committed the most grievous offenses were spared this form of execution. Yet, the punishment had not been abolished. It remained a tool to strike fear into the hearts of would-be traitors.The cruelty of Torso Cleaving lay in the fact that after a person was cleaved in two, the upper body could still crawl, struggle, and leave behind a bloody trail.Normally, Torso Cleaving wasn't meant to be witnessed by the public. But treason, betraying the kingdom, and plotting to overthrow the throne were considered unforgivable crimes. Salvador didn't know how many people had dealings with the traitors, and some conspirators were too deepl