Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

With the dowry already dispatched, it would be less than half an hour before Carissa was to be married.

Rafael had previously promised to personally come for the bride, so Carissa's tear-streaked makeup would once again need to be attended to by the staff from Elegance Atelier.

Yet Carissa couldn't stop crying. She pounded on Adrian's chest, then struck Kyle's arm, and finally clung to Winona.

"Winona, I thought all of you wouldn't come. I was so distressed. I thought all of you didn't want me anymore."

Winona's smile was tinged with sadness as she gently wiped Carissa's tears. Her eyes betrayed the weariness and sorrow she felt.

Oh, the younger woman she saw as a younger sister had endured so much suffering and hardship.

She felt her heart ache. After wiping Carissa's tears, she said gently, "Let's stop those tears, okay? Today's supposed to be the happiest day of your life, so you need to look the most beautiful. How can you be crying?"

Winona was tall and graceful, and she appeared like a refined young lady at first glance. Few knew of her remarkable Lightfoot Skill, or how adept she was at hiding and disguising herself.

being the second apprentice of the Pathfinders Guild, she was also the head of Skywing Spire. Although she had entrusted the day-to-day management

clothes and not the usual shabby attire of the wandering heroes, surprised them. To those who didn't know better, it might have

and wait until Carissa had finished her emotional

her tears

said, "Sage Everett, I'm not crying out of sadness. I'm just so happy that I can't stop

glanced at her with a faint smile. "I'll let it

Even Adrian, upon encountering him, would ingratiate himself with flattering words to avoid any missteps that might lead to a reprimand from

there

enforcer of the guild's regulations. He regretted it day and night, realizing that while it was easy to summon

rule was that no one, not even himself, could leave the guild without his

covered her eyes, as if fearing that Everett might indeed punish her with his sternness. But when she peeked through her fingers, she was astonished to see

uncontrollably, and she asked in surprise, "Sage Everett, why are you wearing brocade today? I thought you disliked such luxurious

the coldest winters, he would only add an extra layer of clothing, relying on his profound inner force to endure the cold. He had little interest in mingling with the powerful or noble, so Carissa had never