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Carissa appreciated the sentiment, and joked with a smile, "Since everyone loves Kyle's paintings so much, you'd probably all be complaining about me behind my back if I said I wouldn't sell them." "We wouldn't dare," said Davis, the Defense Minister, with a laugh.

Then he said loudly. "Even if you don't sell them, we wouldn't complain about you, General Sinclair. I'll be the first to take issue with whoever dares do that!"

What a joke!

How could one criticize such a talented young general? Anyone who did would be in trouble with the Ministry of Defense!

The noblewomen outside exchanged glances. They were aware that Carissa had achieved military merits, but she was still a woman. How many men truly held her in high regard? Though Davis' words seemed like a joke, his expression was serious

The ladies who had once spoken ill of Carissa with Eleanor now felt a pang of regret. If their disparaging words reached Carissa's ears and offended her, they might have caused trouble for their husbands. Salvador looked at Carissa with a gaze that made his intentions clear. Pointing to a painting of mountain passes, he said, "Carissa, I won't ask for much-how about just this one?"

Carissa replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, if you favor this one, you may take it. I cannot accept your money. It was Kyle's painting, to begin with, and I wish to offer it to you as a token of respect." Salvador shook his head. "No, I want to buy it myself. If I take it as a gift from you, wouldn't you feel obligated to give one to the royal chancellor? And if you do that, wouldn't you then need to give one to the prime ministers, and also the deputy prime minister? And what about the other members of the Cabinet?"

At Salvador's insistence, everyone laughed.

buy it. Your Majesty should

you implying that I can't afford it?" Then, Salvador looked at Carissa and asked, "How

smiled and said, "I'll make a gesture of goodwill. Each painting is priced at one thousand silver coins.

to come by. In fact, a

erupted into chaos. Excited shouts filled the air, with some

midst of the commotion, an elderly voice called out, "Jeremiah, don't compete with

shove-I'm about to fall. Rosalind, come quickly! Help me get the paintings. Ronald, stop that brute of a prime

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his eye on. The two men were jostling with their shoulders, while the elderly royal

reacted swiftly. Ignoring her manners, she hurried in and immediately wrapped up the paintings her grandfather wanted. Meanwhile, an old attendant by Trevor's side was holding off

elderly wife. Why didn't she have a bit more foresight? Why didn't