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.

Pathfinders Guild, she was also the head of Skywing Spire. Although she

the Elegance Atelier were seasoned professionals, but the sudden influx of martial world figures, all dressed in fine clothes and not the usual shabby attire of the

by and wait until Carissa had finished her emotional farewells and stopped crying before she could attend to

tears when she noticed Everett standing

Everett, I'm not crying out of sadness. I'm

let it pass this time. But if you cry again, I'll poke your

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

was broken, there was no

regulations. He regretted it day and night, realizing that while it was easy to summon a demon, sending them away was

that no one, not even himself, could leave the guild without his permission. Any violators were to

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

sight abruptly stilled her urge to cry uncontrollably, and she asked in surprise, "Sage Everett,

wealth as insignificant, typically wore plain cloth and straw sandals. Even in 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 imagined