Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Everyone was busy preparing for battle, and Carissa had been focused on training formations for several days.

The fifteen thousand soldiers from the Mystic Army were divided into two groups: one for offense, and one for defense. Each group was further split into ten squads, making a total of twenty squads for both attack and defense.

Carissa's battle plan was straightforward: start with five squads on the offense, then quickly rotate in five defensive squads. Once the defense was solidified, they would rotate back to offense, and so on. This method of rotation would push their advance.

After several days of training, the results were already noticeable.

The weapons were now in place: shields and short swords for the defenders, and long spears for the attackers.

Rafael had announced that the siege would begin in just a few days. As the vanguard, the Mystic Army needed to finalize their assault plans.

During this period, Barrett would lead ten thousand men to set up siege ladders and operate catapults. In the days leading up to the battle, Carissa and Barrett needed to discuss coordination.

Rafael had already devised the overall strategy, so their discussions were mostly about fine-tuning and addressing any potential issues that might arise. They went through the scenarios on a sand table, bringing up and correcting any foreseeable problems.

warrior, but their strategic discussions astounded him. Carissa's deep understanding of tactics

lost in thought, captivated by her earnest explanations. Her presence was even more

in his heart more times than he could

the exercises were completed, Carissa stood up, her expression returning to its usual cool demeanor. "That should be all for now. If you think of any additional issues, you

of her jawline. His voice was hoarse as he asked, "I

go ahead,"

up and faced her, his gaze fixed intently on her. "Why did you hide your martial skills from me at the beginning?" Carissa raised an eyebrow, her eyes

parted that I learned about your martial skills. What puzzles me is, given your understanding of military strategy and your formidable skills, why did you choose to

remained silent, her expression as impassive as

her, his

in the capital. Yet, you and your mother chose me. I've never really understood you, but what does it matter now? I chose Aurora, and she's also good. I shouldn't dwell on the past. I'm losing my mind. Aurora treats

his

Something seemed to be blocking his heart, making