Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1136

"Violet, when did you become so pessimistic?" Isaac's voice came from behind them, sudden and unannounced. He stood behind them, looking dashing in his attire.

"There are people far worse off than you, yet they keep pushing forward with optimism. You've got wealth, talent, and beauty-everything a woman could dream of. And yet, here you are, sulking over one setback. Do you really think you're honoring the gods who gave you such a fortunate start in life?"

Violet turned around to face him. His towering frame seemed to swallow her up, his chiseled features still carrying that reckless, carefree air. In the dim light of the lamps hanging along the corridor, his sun-kissed skin gleamed faintly. His dark eyes, almost pitch-black, were impossible to read-was he lecturing her seriously or simply teasing?

"Come on, let me show you something," Isaac added, before reaching out and grabbing her wrist.

With one swift leap, he soared into the air, gliding effortlessly as if carried by the wind. Stunned, Violet stared at him in shock. Was Isaac's Lightfoot Skill that amazing? She had always thought he was just half-hearted in everything he did. Carissa tilted her head as she watched them leave. Had Isaac really not noticed her presence? He hadn't even glanced at her or acknowledged her.

Isaac took Violet all the way to the top of Glimmering Tower, where they hung suspended in mid-air. They gazed at the sprawling city below, the city lights twinkling like stars. Before they ascended, Isaac had stopped at the base of the tower to fetch two bottles of wine- one for Violet, the other for himself.

The night air was cool, refreshing after the heat of the day. With the darkness around them, it was hard to make out their features. Drinking in such obscurity felt a bit intimate, so Isaac pulled a Night Pearl out of his sleeve. With a soft click, the entire top of the tower illuminated as though the moon itself had settled there.

"Look at the lights from the thousands of households," Isaac said. "Each light represents a home, a family, and a collection of troubles. Whether you're born with royal blood or into a common household, everyone faces their own set of struggles. Yours? It's nothing." Violet pursed her lips. "I wasn't asking for your sympathy. No need to bring me up here to comfort me or pour me wine."

She wasn't in need of sympathy. She was fine.

Isaac's gaze deepened as he turned his head to look at her.

you? I brought you here to comfort me and to keep me company," he said, his voice low and almost

owed him for saving her life, Violet didn't get angry. Instead,

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voice dropped a little, and under the glow

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shot her a severe look. "If you laugh, I'll push you off this tower

back her laughter. That was the only way she could force the urge to laugh down. "What's so funny about that?

held back her

her this? Didn't he worry she might run off to Meadow Ridge and

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dad had some kind of grudge against him. But she didn't want

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