Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 295

Brimming with excitement, Carissa eagerly linked her arm with Kyle's.

"Kyle, where did you come from? From Meadow Ridge? Did you come alone? What about our master? What about Winona?" she asked one question after another, rapid-fire.

Kyle rapped her gently on the head, his eyes still filled with affection. "I didn't return to Meadow Ridge. I came from Victory Pass. As for Winona, she will arrive in a few days. She's been keeping an eye on the movements in Sandoria and has sent numerous reports through carrier pigeons."

"Winona is coming too? That's wonderful!" Carissa's face lit up with joy, her smile as radiant as a blooming flower.

Frederick had brought a cloak but then remembered that the main hall had a fire going, making the cloak unnecessary.

Nevertheless, as he stood by the door, watching the legendary Kyle Spencer, he felt a surge of emotion that almost made him tear up. He desperately wanted to fetch some stationery and have Kyle write something for him, which he would treasure as a family heirloom.

was too caught up in her own excitement to

anyone in the capital know that you're here? Do you know that the influential families and scholars in the capital admire you greatly? Even the king thinks highly of you! If they knew you were

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city, but the city guards probably don't know who

found out on their own, they had decided to come see her. Even then, she had refused, saying that she wouldn't be able to stay strong if she saw them. Thus, although Kyle felt a pang of sympathy, he dared not show it. Seeing Carissa still acting as

the capital who admire me, let them know that they are welcome to come to Northwatch Estate. I have completed several paintings while at Victory Pass and would be

sold his paintings and never invited people he did not know to view them. Kyle only gave his paintings as gifts to those

Pathfinders Guild was never short of funds-but because Everett felt that there were simply too many

that people had were the ones Everett had sold, though the sales were not numerous. Everett was not a fan of appreciating art. He believed that a person's eyes were meant to see the world's

were exquisite, they could never compare to

indeed quite dull, and Carissa could not

had chosen the same mentor she had, she felt she would have been a great senior for