Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Time slipped away as they spent the day at Leona's side. After half the day had passed, Alana started ushering people out, insisting Leona needed her rest. Also, the rain had let up, so everyone returned to their own residence.

Logan visibly exhaled in relief as he took Kiera's hand and walked briskly ahead. As he moved, he suddenly realized he had been impolite. He quickly stepped aside to let Helen and Rafael pass first.

Helen watched her son-in-law, and sighed inwardly. Logan was such a clueless man. When he and Kiera got married, he looked clean and fair, but now he looked tanned and grimy. Even Kiera's skin tone had become darker. Those who didn't know them might think Kiera married a farmer.

Fortunately, Kiera liked Logan well enough, and being a member of the Quinton family gave him some redeeming points in Helen's eyes.

Carissa had been trailing behind, observing the couple hand in hand as they happily swayed along. Their affection for each other was undeniable. But when Kiera and Logan suddenly stopped, Carissa suddenly became aware that she was also holding Rafael's hand. However, it felt different.

Logan and Kiera's bond felt natural, filled with energy and playful swaying. It was a sweet, comfortable intimacy.

But she and Rafael... Carissa noticed that their hands hung there together without any movement. In fact, their hands were almost stiff, as if they were just two pieces of wood glued together.

Carissa sighed inwardly. Her guild junior really lacked a sense of romance.

Once they returned to Hell Monarch Estate and escorted Helen to her room, Carissa and Rafael made their way to the study to see how the painting was going.

were displayed nearby. Jacob

forward for a closer look. The painting depicted a girl with twin ponytails on her head. She had a round face, big eyes, a small nose, and slightly fuller lips adorned with a red mole on her

couple whose features bore a resemblance to Jacob. It was likely

but this time he was painting the likeness of an adult woman, presumably using the paintings of the seven-year-old girl and her parents to infer what she might look

lay

and Carissa stepped over to take a look. The

contours

novenet

The features hadn't changed significantly,

between childhood and adulthood

felt completely different.

her face might change based

pause, he choked out, "It does. It looks just like

you doing, Kyle?"

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