Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 939

Carissa listened closely to Leroy and Rafael's conversation, taking in every word.

It was true that they were doing everything they could to avoid war. However, they couldn't let Westhaven be so certain that they didn't want to fight. In particular, Leroy needed to think that it was only the Sinclair and Sullivan families who didn't want war, while the Hell Monarch was eager to reclaim his military authority through battle. Carissa shifted her focus back to Lisandra, who was speaking fluent Stellish with ease.

*I've long wanted to meet you, Lady Carissa," she said, her tone sincere. "So, I made sure to be assigned to this mission. One of the main purposes of my trip is meeting you."

Lisandra had already said this once before, but now it seemed more genuine. It was as if it came from the heart, instead of the diplomatic flattery they had exchanged earlier.

Carissa smiled. "It's also a great honor to meet you, Your Highness.'

Sitting close, Lisandra didn't appear as exhausted as she had the previous day at the city gates. It seemed the rest had done her well. The dark circles under her eyes, faintly concealed by makeup, were now gone. However, despite her appearance, her overall state suggested she was older than her actual years.

Carissa knew that Lisandra had once been a regent who navigated Westhaven through both internal and external turmoil. The hardships she must have faced were not something the public knew. And despite knowing that tomorrow's situation would be one of tense opposition, Carissa couldn't help but feel respect for the grand princess.

banquet began. Everyone took their places at the table, and the meal was served. The Westhaven

didn't join the meal, having only come to meet with Lisandra to show her respect for the envoys. The king and queen were in

present, nor was Heather. Yuvan attended with Fiona. In this setting, he wouldn't bring Molly, even though she was his princess

the banquet progressed, wine flowed and glasses clinked. It created the appearance of a cordial relationship between the two kingdoms without any major grievances,

sitting next to each other, their chairs were a noticeable distance apart. Leroy and Amos occasionally cast curious glances in their direction, trying to discem whether

largely depended on the Hell Monarch, as everyone believed that with the apparent affection between him and his wife, Rafael would do everything possible to

clear that Salvador didn't want war either. Without the massacre of villagers and the killing of war prisoners on the record, it would be hard to justify an immediate shift to war if negotiations stalled. Such an abrupt

what did the Hell Monarch have to fear? Public discontent wouldn't be aimed at him. It would target Salvador. The other nations and tribes would call the king incompetent

more advantageous for Rafael, especially if he harbored ambitions of taking Salvador's place. Reclaiming his military power would only serve his goals, with no real downside. As for marital affection, that was debatable. After

who had been drinking heavily, stood up, claiming he

guide them to the restroom. Upon arriving at the designated room, Leroy waved Galen away,

his superior likely had something to discuss, Icarus only spoke up once they were alone, asking, "Mr. Stellwyn, is there something you wish to speak

that the Hell Monarch seems indifferent