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.

up in her own excitement to notice Frederick's

families and scholars in the capital admire you greatly? Even the king thinks highly of you! If they knew you were here, I'm sure the gate to Northwatch Estate

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

guild. When the guild members 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

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 people come and appreciate them,"

knowing that her guild senior was not one for social gatherings or showcasing his work to strangers. He rarely sold his paintings

wasn't out of financial need-since the Pathfinders Guild was never short of funds-but because Everett felt that there were simply too

were the ones Everett had sold, though the sales were not numerous. Everett was not a fan of appreciating art. He believed that a

were exquisite, they could never compare

was indeed quite dull, and Carissa could not fathom Rafael had chosen

same mentor she had, she felt she would have