Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 918

The following evening, Rafael and Carissa arrived at Sullivan Estate.

From the outside, it was clear that the Griffinblade Unit wasn't slacking off. The plaque had been rehung, the front gate cleaned, and every copper nail on the door had been carefully polished to a shine.

During the day, common people had come to offer their respects, bringing simple gifts-fruits, vegetables, and meat. The people's affections were the purest. They couldn't do much else, but they gave what they could.

Barrett stood at the gate, looking a bit out of place. He couldn't bring himself to come during the day, so he had taken to standing guard at night. He was gathering the courage to go in and apologize. Despite trying to work up the nerve, he couldn't bring himself to open the door.

When Rafael and Carissa arrived, Barrett instinctively stepped back and hid from view.

It was a reflex, driven by the sharp insults he had been receiving from the townsfolk. He even had rotten vegetable leaves thrown at him when walking down the street. He understood now-his glory at Victory Pass was being repaid by the people's anger, and their bitterness was coming back to haunt him.

Still, he bore the abuse stoically. At least now, he didn't have to explain himself to his mom or face her wrath. He would take what he deserved, and after that, things would pass.

Rafael and Carissa came out of the carriage hand in hand. As Barrett's gaze fell on their intertwined fingers, a strange, unspoken feeling surged within him.

of dark cloud-patterned satin, embroidered with large flowers. Her cloak was black on the outside, red on the inside, fluttering in the

uniform and exuded authority. Now, in her female attire, she seemed even more stunning. Her delicate eyes were tinged with a reddish glow from her makeup, captivating anyone who

didn't want them to see him standing there. He didn't even dare look at Rafael, not wanting to face how perfectly matched they were,

Rafael and Carissa

heard the sound of footsteps. He looked up and saw them enter, hand in hand, their figures

were supposedly a match

City, with only passing mentions of other things, Dominic had heard

familiar, protective tenderness Rafael showed so openly,

two of them stood

faltering as she struggled to hold back her tears. She kept

moment, weakness would do

shoulders trembling ever since she

stand on a battlefield and

why did it