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.

keep an eye on them. Let them laugh for two hours. Anyone who can't manage to do so will be expelled from

Carissa's path, her face cold as frost. "Who are you to kick us out? We've been properly enrolled

Women's Academy. You've provoked and mocked

another word, she turned and

Don't you dare take it personally! What's there to laugh at?" Jocelyn snapped,

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

be impressive, but what about you? What

on them. Let them laugh to their heart's content. Anyone who doesn't laugh enough-take them away. Don't bother reporting to me."

stone-cold, and the small scar that ran across her forehead gave her a terrifying look when she wasn't

opened her mouth to protest, but

time I'm done, I'll have you thrown out. One...

eyes and stern voice were

laughter. Within moments, their throats grew sore and they were all crouched on the ground, coughing and

no mind, continuing her count, "First

girls had never been threatened in such a