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.

caught up in her own excitement to

that you're here? Do you know that the influential families and scholars in the capital admire you greatly? Even the

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permit upon entering the city, but the city guards probably don't know who I am. so I don't think anyone is aware," Kyle

had refused, saying that she wouldn't be able to stay strong

there are people in 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 happy to have

He rarely sold his paintings and never invited people he

away Kyle's paintings. However, it wasn't out of financial need-since the Pathfinders Guild was never short of funds-but because Everett felt that there were simply too many paintings cluttering up

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

at Meadow Ridge were exquisite, they could never compare to witnessing the real

dull, and Carissa could not

mentor she had, she felt