Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1195

Carissa went to Jacob with the news.

He was clearly taken aback before instinctively asking, "How did the Sandorians get into the capital, and why are they staying here?"

"That's exactly what we need to figure out. We'll need to check out the remaining gentlemen's retreats and find their owners. If they're allowing Sandorians to be patrons there, they must know more than they're letting on," Carissa replied. What they needed to uncover was when the Sandorians arrived, who brought them, and what their purpose was in the capital.

Carissa decided to personally investigate the remaining gentlemen's retreats, and of course, she took Violet and Isaac along. Over several days, they visited the five gentlemen's retreats. Of the five, three were hiding Sandorians, with a total of 15 people. By their breathing and movements, it was clear that all 15 were skilled in martial arts.

Though they didn't all look entirely like typical Sandorians, they resembled average Southern Frontier people. It was evident they had been carefully selected for their roles.

If the lighting had been a little dimmer, one might not have noticed. Their Stellish accent was flawless, with particularly precise pronunciation, which probably explained why no one suspected anything. The same person owned all three gentlemen's retreats-the Marquis of Glandale, Fabian Schmitt.

After discussing their next move, Carissa and the others decided not to act too hastily. Instead, they quietly sent people to keep an eye on the gentlemen's retreats and observe the Sandorians' intentions.

Jacob launched a fresh investigation into

was known to indulge in male companionship, though that didn't mean he wasn't interested in women-he was married, with children and

surprise to everyone, as the Marquis of Glandale's household was so discreet. Apart from a few incidents involving Hailey and Jocelyn causing a stir at Gracewood Women's Academy, they hadn't caused any

have guessed that behind the Marquis of Glandale's unobtrusive demeanor, he had established three gentlemen's retreats, harboring

patrons. Many powerful figures from court and the sons of noble families frequented these establishments

see in such a place,

tutor of

his face pale and white. His once-grand appearance now looked frail and sickly, which under the dim light, gave off a creepy vibe. Dressed in the lavish silks of an old wealthy gentleman, he lacked the ethereal grace he once possessed. His usual scholarly demeanor was nowhere

pendant with the Quinton family crest hanging from his waist, she would

no'

a group of handsome men, and she woke up

next day, she was

wash and freshen-up, she decided to visit Gracewood Women's Academy. It was a special day-exam results were being announced, and students who had excelled would receive rewards. Afterward, the school would be closed for the