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.

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

old age. Her grandfather had truly

At times, he raised his hand to thank people. Other times, he glanced anxiously at the Crown Guard, worried that they might accidentally

procession finally

way, but 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

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

treat the old general fairly, as someone who had

morphed into a steady roar, with everyone shouting "His Majesty is wise!"

hidden among the crowd to turn the tide, shifting

was the loudest. He led the others, and it wasn't just his loud voice that

recognized them as

guard leader in Hell Monarch Estate, his

Majesty is

praise Salvador had most wanted to hear