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.

a bucket. She brought out her stash of soap pods

made it a bit frizzy. Carissa's face was also cleaned, revealing her delicate features, though

into her original clothes, draped 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

down her Rose Spear, removing all the blood stains and

she traced the rose patterns on the spear, her

about where Rafael was taking her. She feared it might be where her father and brothers had died in llyrian. She had only known her father died on the Southern Frontier battlefield, but not the

down into tears. After a while, Dylan came to fetch her on Rafael's orders.

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 the current king Salvador, though he carried a fierce aura from

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

wonder they said he was the most

romance, her breath caught slightly when their eyes

two horses over, one of

quickly approached Rafael,

at her.