Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 122

As Carissa watched the fire slowly dim, she added a few more logs. The flames quickly devoured the dry wood, sending up bright flickers of light. The scene before her brought back a painful memory- returning to Northwatch Estate and finding it filled with corpses and bloodstains.

The ache in her heart surged again, so intense that it made breathing difficult.

How she wished for Aurora's death!

But simply killing her might not be the most satisfying revenge. Carissa thought Liam might share this

view.

She was certain Liam wouldn't kill Aurora, Rafael had given orders to wait here, and it was likely because Liam had said something to him.

Rafael had previously mentioned having spies in Ilyrian City, so it was reasonable to assume there were spies in Simonton City as well. Waiting here was both Rafael and Liam's directive.

By late night, everyone was exhausted. They were sleepy and hungry, though the cold was no longer a concem with plenty of firewood available. Supplies had arrived from the rear-simple bread and beef jerky. But in the midst of a battlefield, any food that could fill their stomachs was welcomed.

Timothy had brought the supplies, and conveyed Rafael's orders to Carissa. "The marshal ordered you to continue waiting here. He says you can relax a bit and take turns sleeping."

"Do we re

many people here?" Carissa

He said not to easily trust a certain someone's assurances,"

was certain that Rafael and Liam had reached

was somewhat puzzled, unsure why Rafael had ordered them to wait. However, military orders were absolute, and he followed them

recaptured, the battlefield still required cleanup, and the bodies of fallen soldiers needed to be buried. There was much work to be done in the

on the battlefield always brought joy, but it was accompanied by sadness and pain. The comrades who fought alongside them-perhaps the closest one-would never see

were utterly exhausted. Michael

He gazed at the rising sun, which indicated

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found nothing in the desert, and couldn't continue searching indefinitely. They had no

at Carissa several times. She was resting her head on Violet's shoulder, clearly exhausted. She was injured, and someone had bandaged her wounds,

Carissa. He asked softly, "Are your injuries serious?"

of utter disdain, and silently

angry and embarrassed.

What was that? Not just anyone