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.

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does 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 here, I'm sure the gate to Northwatch Estate would be

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city, but the city guards probably don't know who I am. so I don't think

befallen her family, but she hadn't informed their 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 saw them. Thus, although Kyle felt a pang of sympathy, he dared not show it. Seeing Carissa still acting as

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

gatherings or showcasing his work to strangers. He rarely sold his paintings and never invited people he

Guild was never short of funds-but because Everett felt that there were simply too many paintings cluttering up the

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

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

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

had chosen the same mentor she had, she felt