Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 923

Carissa tapped the rim of the bowl, her nails clinking against the glass. A soft, clear sound rang out.

"Sometimes, not crying and not making a scene is actually more painful than the tears and noise," she murmured.

"I figured that out later," Violet said, rising to her feet and wrapping her arms around her friend. "That's why I'll always be by your side, until you give me back that arrogant Carissa from Blue Stone Spring."

Carissa pushed her away gently, quickly wiping away tears that had fallen.

She smiled and asked, "Does it have to be the Carissa from Blue Stone Spring? What about the one who beat you under the apple tree? Or the one who beat you outside the Inferno Guild? Or the one who defeated you on the mountaintop...

Violet ground her teeth in frustration. "Shut up already! It looks like you haven't had enough of my life's bitter, sour, sweet, and salty. How about I bring you a whole pot of it and see if I can numb your tongue?"

She put her hands on Carissa's shoulders. "You're really getting on my nerves."

Carissa wiped her tears on Violet's sleeve, but then suddenly threw her arms around her friend tightly, her shoulders trembling. She clung to Vialet for a long time, her shoulders shaking without stopping.

but she said nothing. It was just like when they were younger. After the sparring match, Carissa

felt like forever, Carissa pulled back, choking on her

handed her a handkerchief. "Don't wipe your tears and nose

in her hand, still crying and laughing at the

one I gave you

down, her nose stuffy. "No. The one you gave me was thrown

red. "Why would you take those? There are plenty of pretty handkerchiefs at your

can prove

help it anymore-she burst

Slowly, he slid down until he was sitting on the ground. Hugging his knees tightly, he pressed his

their discussions, everyone knew it was an unspoken shadow hanging over them. With the arrival of the Westhaven envoy, the case

When he followed Jacob to revisit the events, what Carissa had casually brushed off with

how Carissa had endured it all. Now, it seemed even

members who were strict yet loved him deeply. If they were all brutally killed, he would go mad. He wouldn't care about the so-called "greater good". When he saw his enemies, he would do whatever it took to take revenge, even

placing the kingdom before their family, and she was proud of that. Yet, it also bound her, preventing her from