Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 816

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Carissa found Chaya to be a truly remarkable young woman. She had grown up in such a harsh environment, yet her focus was solely on living each day to the fullest and not compromising herself when she could avoid it.

As for her dad, Chaya felt neither love nor hatred–just disdain.

Chaya turned to Carissa and asked, “If no one is there to collect his body after the execution, where will it end up? Will they hang it up for all to see?”

“If there are no family members to give him a proper burial, he’ll be given a quick burial. They’ll only display his body for all to see if he’s the mastermind behind the treason case,” Carissa replied.

Chaya hummed in response, her curiosity satisfied.

She returned to Hayden and remarked, “There are still some leftover pound cakes at home. Let’s eat those when we get back. They won’t taste good if they sit out for too long.”

“You don’t want to watch anymore?” Hayden asked.

“I’m afraid of blood. It’s better if I don’t see it,” Chaya replied.

Hayden still indulged her as usual and said, “Alright, let’s go. I’ll take you to the lake tomorrow.”

home, enjoy some coffee by the fire, and roast a few pieces

to take you out to clear your mind. You’re such an ungrateful girl,” Hayden teased. Then, he turned to Rafael and sighed. “I’ve spent my whole

they were at an execution ground and that the mood shouldn’t be so lighthearted. But seeing Hayden genuinely happy, he chose not

the mercy of women my whole life too,” said Rafael.

don’t let me distract you from your duties. Go chop off heads or whatever. I’ll be taking my little

the execution ground. “It’s his

as he

for Henry’s fate began to play. With the clang of Rafael’s command emblem hitting the ground, the executioner

shimmered a vivid red. But upon closer inspection, it was just the red sash around the executioner’s waist reflecting

within Henry’s chest. His

yanked the plank from Henry’s back and swiftly swung the blade down.

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blade severed his head halfway, leaving it hanging at an awkward

from the crowd as blood gushed out, and

to consciousness. He felt disoriented, unable to process the sensations–there was no pain, just a heat radiating from his neck and the feeling of

rolled away