Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1091

Carissa glanced at the young women, all dressed in elaborate outfits.

The woman speaking wore a pale pink satin gown with delicate golden embroidery along the edges and a flowing turquoise blue underskirt that swayed as she walked. The outfit was youthful yet exuded nobility. Around her neck hung a delicate necklace with intricate gemstones. A small blue sachet, embroidered with the letter 'Q', was tied at her waist. At a glance, one could tell her status.

The others were similarly dressed in expensive, elaborate attire. There was no doubt these were the troublemakers.

They were laughing, but Carissa didn't even smile.

"You're at the age where laughter comes easily. Well, stand here and laugh for two hours. You can leave once the time is up," she said in a calm, measured tone, though her expression remained friendly. When Carissa clapped her hands, Mabel appeared from around the corner.

She nodded and respectfully greeted, "Your Grace."

Claire, Lillian, Iris, and Mabel were all people whom Winona had left behind in the capital. Claire handled investigations, and Mabel usually accompanied her. Though most of the time, her help wasn't necessary. Today was different.

Carissa had agreed to let Rosalind handle things on her own, but now that the girls had come to her, she wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by.

on them. Let them laugh for two hours. Anyone who can't manage to do so will be expelled from the academy,"

stepped forward to block Carissa's path, her face cold as frost. "Who are

You've provoked and

another word, she turned and

laugh at you. Don't you dare take it personally! What's there to

of the academy, you'll be a joke for at least a month." Jocelyn huffed. "My grandfather was the previous king's tutor, my cousin is the queen, and my uncle is the Civil Minister who oversees

what about you?

them. Let them laugh to their heart's content. Anyone who doesn't

expression was stone-cold, and the small scar that ran across her forehead gave her a terrifying look when she wasn't smiling. As her gaze swept over the girls,

mouth to protest, but Mabel's cold voice stopped her

count to three. If you're not laughing by the time

voice were too much for

but to burst out into forced, fake laughter. Within

them no mind, continuing her count, "First

noble girls had never been threatened in