Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 911

Rafael and Carissa were sitting in a private room on the second floor of a tavern not far from the city gates. The room offered the best view in the place. With the windows pushed open, they could see the entire area around the gates.

Since their schedule had always been fixed, Rafael had reserved this room in advance so Carissa would be able to see Dominic from there.

Carissa's gaze never left his face, her eyes hungry as if she couldn't get enough of him. She wanted nothing more than to rush down, throw herself into her grandfather's arms, and cry like she used to when she was little.

She would pour out all the grievances she had been holding inside, and her grandfather would gently pat her head, promising that anyone who dared hurt his little granddaughter would have to answer to him.

But now, all Carissa could do was stand on the second floor, watching as Dominic's horse was surrounded by the masses, listening to the deafening roars of support. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Her grandfather had aged. Really, truly aged.

In the past, even though his hair was graying at the temples, his spirit had been sharp and his will unwavering. When he returned to the capital, he could spar with her dad without even breaking a sweat.

Dominic's hair was fully white, with hardly a trace of black left. The long journey had taken its toll, and while his commanding presence was still strong, the weariness was clear. He had also become much thinner. His once dark and full cheeks now looked hollow, the skin still the same color but the

mark of old age. Her grandfather

thank people. Other times, he glanced anxiously at the Crown Guard,

took nearly an hour before the procession finally reached

the crowd was simply too thick. What started as a few people pushing through had turned into an unbreakable wall of bodies. At first, there had been some space

but they were immediately shouted down by others who insisted that causing trouble with the Crown

chanting their belief that the king would treat the old general fairly, as someone

everyone shouting

seemed effortless. An hour was long enough for those hidden among

them was a man dressed as an ordinary civilian, whose voice was the loudest. He led the others, and it wasn't just his loud voice that mattered. The disguise had been carefully crafted-thanks to the

them as members of

Even though he now served as a guard leader in Hell Monarch Estate, his roots still clung to him. With so many people around, it was impossible to identify anyone with certainty, even

'His Majesty is wise' seemed like

was the praise Salvador had most wanted to hear