Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 78

"Carissa, take a bath and change into clean clothes. I'll take you somewhere," Rafael said.

Carissa looked up, and asked, "Where are we going?"

"You'll find out when we get there. Everyone else, please leave. I need to bathe and change clothes as well, Rafael said.

Carissa and the generals complied, and exited the tent

In such cold weather, taking a bath required a lot of hot water. Fortunately, Ilyrian had an ample supply of firewood. It had been challenging to get a hot drink, even in the camp outside Tower City. Taking a bath was a luxury.

Since Garissa held an official position now, Rafael had sent a criminal slave to attend to her.

The criminal slave, who was about forty years old and smelled terrible, was called Thirteen. She used to run a small business in Heartshire City.

Due to a business dispute, she smashed a vase on a competitor's head. The competitor didn't die, but ended up becoming mentally challenged. She was sentenced to be exiled to the military camp as a slave for twelve years. Now, eleven years have passed, and she had only one year left before her sentence was completed and she was released.

and brought a bucket. She brought out her stash of soap pods to wash Carissa's hair, as

face was also cleaned, revealing her delicate features, though her skin had lost

a black cloak over them, and tied her damp hair into a high ponytail. People in the martial world usually preferred high ponytails over intricate hairstyles for practicality

removing all the blood stains and carefully straightening

on the spear, her heart was heavy

be where her father and brothers had died in llyrian. She had only known her father died

returned home from the Pathfinders Guild and asked her mother about the place where her family had died, her mother had been too distressed to speak and broke down into tears. After a while, Dylan came to fetch her

and imposing, with a refined appearance. His skin was fair and slightly rosy, though the skin around his eyes and nose was rougher. His eyes were bright, and his features bore some resemblance to

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believe this was Rafael, the Hell Monarch. She recognized him by his eyes, as his previous beard had hidden the weathered look of his face and protected his

they said he was the most

though Carissa had little interest in romance, her breath

one of

quickly approached Rafael, and bowed.

glanced at her. "This