Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1201

As Carissa rode back to Hell Monarch Estate, the murmurs of the townsfolk reached her ears. Small groups gathered on street corners and market stalls, their conversations buzzing with the shocking events at Gracewood Women's Academy. The academy and Skye Embroidery had already drawn public attention-some admiring, some critical. But now, with a scandal of this magnitude, the entire city seemed to be in an uproar.

At the heart of it all was Rosalind, the royal chancellor's granddaughter. The jewel of high society, a young woman of golden pedigree-dishonored by a brutish laborer.

Who would marry her now?

"She was foolish," someone whispered. "She could have lived out her days as a sheltered noblewoman, but she chose to play teacher. Well, look where that got her! Her reputation is ruined forever."

Carissa deliberately slowed her horse, listening intently as she passed by, hoping-desperately for someone to acknowledge Rosalind's bravery, to speak of how she had shielded her students. But no such words came. Not a single voice praised her courage or sacrifice. Carissa's heart sank under the weight of it all.

She had faced her share of trials since becoming the commander of the Mystic Army, including several assassination attempts. Not every mission had gone perfectly, and even Skye Embroidery had its own challenges. Yet, none of it had discouraged her. She believed that many things could be accomplished slowly, as long as she did her best.

However, this was different.

This time, her spirit felt crushed.

shouldn't have

and the pain of parting had clouded her mind?

foreseen them, she hadn't taken

felt an overwhelming

had gone to the Royal Citadel to inquire after hearing about the matter and hadn't expected Carissa to be back so soon. Upon arriving at the estate, he found her sitting alone in the

a dejected state. She was slumped in the chair,

"Your Grace, what matters now is finding the mastermind behind this. You mustn't let this bring you

rubbed her face with both hands. "Jacob, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I just

the ground, her back

let's think this through.

the moment. "The tactics used are vile-dirty to the core. And the

agree," Carissa said.

If this were about the workshop, I could list plenty of people with a motive. While the workshop may seem accepted by most t there are

She shook her head.

the queen

expelled, but could it really be them? Their family head isn't foolish enough to pick