Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1228

The Capital Guard headquarters' prison was as sparse as they came, and they didn't usually imprison people there. It wasn't that they didn't arrest anyone. Minor offenders were usually fined or given a few lashes, while those committing serious crimes were sent to the authorities to face proper sentencing. "Your Majesty, if there are court officials present, should they also be detained?" Carissa asked. Salvador's expression darkened. "Naturally, they are to be detained as well."

Carissa understood that Salvador intended to teach these officials a lesson, though not publicly-he didn't want word of their indiscretions spreading to the authorities. Locking them up in the Capital Guard headquarter's prison was meant to serve as a discreet warning while protecting their reputations. More importantly, the raid's true objective was to capture the Sandorian spies and subject them to a rigorous interrogation.

"And make sure no one warns them in advance," Salvador added.

It was time to discipline a few people and restore proper order.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Carissa replied respectfully.

As she left to carry out the orders, her thoughts turned to Gerald.

Truth be told, Gerald had reprimanded her not long ago, and she was still annoyed by it. Yet, she couldn't overlook the fact that he was Sigmund's tutor at one point and carried the distinguished title of a royal tutor. If the old man got caught in such a place and thrown into the Capital Guard headquarter's prison, he would likely die of shame.

His embarrassment was one thing, but it was Sigmund's reputation that was truly on the line. Fortunately, ever since surveillance began late last year, Gerald hadn't visited often. If memory served correctly, he had gone three days ago, which meant he likely wouldn't return in the next couple of days. She decided to proceed with the raid that very evening. As for the Marquis of Glandale, Salvador hadn't given explicit instructions to apprehend him, so it was clear he intended to handle the matter personally. That was out of her hands.

to the Capital Guard Headquarters to

gentlemen's retreats had already been thoroughly investigated. Each establishment employed around ten enforcers and housed over twenty courtesans. The 15 Sandorian

martial prowess remained uncertain, their light, nimble footsteps

time now. After those intensive lessons, their skills improved considerably. As for Max and Michael, their martial prowess had surged ahead as

decided to be cautious. She called for Violet, Claire, and Mabel to join her, to prevent the spies from using their Lightfoot Skill to flee. A citywide

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was assigned 50 men, with Claire and Mabel leading their respective squads, while Garissa and Violet took command of the one heading to

a larger number of Sandorian spies-four of them. It was essential to capture them

was disguised in men's clothing. They led the charge with 50 capital guards

clearly startled, stepped forward and

was already on him. A few quick punches left him and his buddies sprawled on the floor, their teeth scattered on

to secure the three exits while she led the rest inside. As they moved further in, a figure

man Gerald always brought with him, who remained outside

to be in his forties, with a sharp, almost delicate appearance. Though

in, he instinctively turned to retreat deeper into

her without hesitation. After just a few moves, the man was subdued, tied up with