Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 943

Heather lingered outside the room for a long while before slowly walking away, a deep unease settling in her chest. Ever since Harvey returned home, he seemed like a different person.

There were also several unfamiliar faces in the estate. These strangers didn't seem to regard her at all, despite the fact that she was a princess consort. When they crossed paths, they didn't bow or step aside, walking straight past her as if she were invisible.

The sound of horses' hooves broke the stillness of the night, their rhythm jarring in the otherwise silent streets. The cobbled roads were deserted, with the capital's nightlife limited to the lively areas in the east and west cities, or along the river. The cheer and laughter there never reached the quiet of the southern district.

As a horse neighed, then came to a sudden halt, the air seemed to hum with an unusual tension. The light from the lanterns on the carriage didn't reach far, and the moon was hidden behind the clouds, leaving the surroundings eerily dark.

Travis held a riding whip and had a long blade strapped to his leg. He closed his eyes, listening intently to the slightest change in the air, his ears twitching as if to catch every subtle sound.

Carissa held her whip, its length coiling at her feet like a red serpent, ready to strike. Violet gripped her sword, her index finger lightly pressing against the hilt's opening. With a mere flick, the blade would slide free from its sheath.

darkness, more than ten shadowy figures descended without a sound, their feet barely

the whip, drawing his blade with lightning

blade was already slicing down toward one of the attackers. The assassin narrowly dodged the fatal blow, but the long blade still

whip hissing like a striking serpent. The force

sword in a fluid motion. Without even pausing to twirl the blade, she stepped on Carissa's whip and leaped forward. With her deft hands, she sent her sword dancing

a long knife. Master of all eighteen martial arts techniques, he was especially deadly with his blade. He had expected that with so many people involved, capturing

The coachman and the swordswoman were both highly skilled fighters. Those two were difficult opponents, but on the other hand, Carissa seemed weaker. If he could just tie up

his massive blade down with powerful force. When the two blades collided, he expected to cut Travis' weapon in half. Icarus believed his blade, infused with inner force, would

Both men felt their hands go numb, almost losing their

that defeating him quickly would be impossible. However, a prolonged fight was out of the question. If it dragged on, reinforcements would

deal with Travis and Violet, then cautiously moved toward Carissa with two of his