Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

As Helen stepped into the main hall, she noticed that Salvador, Jeremiah, and many high-ranking officials were already there. Even Rafael was engaged in conversation with a handsome young man dressed in a blue coat.

The moment they saw her enter, everyone, including the king, rose to their feet and greeted her.

Helen's mood instantly brightened. While she was accustomed to being revered by the other ladies, she rarely had the chance to interact with the men of the court. Now, with even the king and the prime minister paying their respects to her, she felt a surge of pride, nearly to the point of overwhelming vanity.

At that moment, she completely forgot the frustrations she had harbored during the carriage ride. After returning everyone's greetings and gestures of respect, she was promptly escorted to the seat of honor. It felt amazing.

Although Helen had lived a life of unparalleled prestige, never before had she been honored in such a manner being greeted by the court ministers and the legendary figure like Kyle while she occupied the highest seat in the room.

This was a first in her lifetime.

Oh, no.

It seemed her favorable opinion of Carissa had just increased by another notch.

After the servants served her coffee, Kyle approached Carissa and whispered something in her ear, Flattery is the best way to deal with someone like her."

chuckle. Who said her guild senior didn't have the

roof. She's your mother-in-law, you can't be at odds with her all the time. As for the noblewomen of the capital, you'll need to socialize with them too. Today's art exhibition is meant to pave the

but also

someone who only knew how to use

observing the

conflicts was her strategy-not because she feared them, but because

in a more positive light. Even

too engrossed in the paintings hanging on the walls to care about anyone else. His eyes were fixed on each piece, scrutinizing them carefully. If anyone attempted to make a comment that

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to critique Kyle Spencer's work?

why do you have to be staring at the one I'm focused on?" Jeremiah retreated awkwardly. He had been admiring a painting that depicted the direction toward Fawnrun City,

the harsh environment of Victory Pass, orchids could be found.

Kyle must have lived in Victory Pass for quite some time, as many of his paintings featured the common folk, soldiers, buildings,

well. Every village in the border town had a well. Although the people weren't living in