Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 215

Helen gazed at Carissa's stunningly beautiful face, and then at her slender figure. It was hard to believe that someone who looked so delicate could possibly be as ruthless as Rafael described-someone who could cut a person into three pieces.

Recalling Carissa's actions and words at Eleanor's birthday banquet, Helen asked, "You offended Grand Princess Eleanor that day. Aren't you afraid of her retaliation?"

Carissa remained unperturbed. "Her bark is worse than her bite. Why should I fear her?"

Helen's voice turned cold. "You're too young to understand her

methods. She has many ways of getting back at people. Such people often strike you from behind. You'll find yourself in trouble."

"If she tries to come at us from behind, we'll respond openly and twice as hard. We conduct ourselves with integrity-we're upright and unashamed of our actions. We're not afraid of her, whether she comes openly or covertly. It's the things she does secretly that we should be wary of. Once we have a handle on a person's weakness, it's easier to deal with them."

As Carissa spoke, she crushed a cup in her hand. Then, she nonchalantly placed the shattered pieces on the table.

Seeing this, Helen involuntarily straightened up. But then she quickly relaxed her posture, realizing it was a gesture of weakness.

broken cup off her intricately embroidered skirt and said, "At the Pathfinders Guild, we have rules. If someone doesn't offend me, I won't offend them. But if someone

at the words, but Carissa's smile remained

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her tone soft

today, you invited me to speak with me and treated me with reason. If you had truly been harsh-like leaving me under the blazing sun, making me walk in circles, or slapping me-I could

at a loss for words. Carissa's casual remarks were laced with threats, and

How bold of her!

desire to slap Carissa across the face. She wanted to grab Carissa by the hair, drag her out, and trample her! She wanted to crush each of her fingers

the myriad emotions flickering in Helen's eyes. Turning her head to

woman needed to be intimidated, or she might

summoned me to the palace, Lady Helen. Was there something specific you

fool. If there had been a specific matter, Helen would have mentioned it when they first met. It was clear that the intention

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conversation had reached this point, and it was awkward to bring it up

feeling bored and wanted some company, I thought it would be

"I'm more than happy to keep you company. If you're still feeling bored, why not accompany me