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.

top scout in the martial world and, in addition to 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 of Skywing Spire to

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

by and wait until Carissa had finished her emotional

to dry her tears when she noticed Everett

wave of grievance, she said, "Sage Everett, I'm not crying out of sadness. I'm just so

faint smile. "I'll let it pass this time.

was in charge of enforcing the Pathfinders Guild's rules, and he was a figure everyone feared. Even Adrian, upon encountering him, would ingratiate himself with flattering words to avoid any missteps that might lead to a reprimand from

a rule was broken, there was no room for

Everett as the enforcer of the guild's regulations. He regretted it day and night, realizing that while

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

her with his sternness. But when she peeked through her fingers, she was astonished to see

stilled her urge to cry uncontrollably, and she asked in surprise, "Sage Everett, why are you wearing brocade today? I thought

extra layer of clothing, relying on his profound inner force to endure the cold. He