Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1237

In the end, Malcolm left the room. As he passed through the main hall, he saw Carissa sitting by the fire. He didn't want to face her, but for some reason, his feet moved of their own accord, carrying him inside. A thought struck him-if Carissa weren't here watching over the situation, he would have forcibly taken Gerald away. Even if it meant angering Salvador, he couldn't allow his father to endure this kind of humiliation.

"It's late. Why haven't you returned to your residence, Lord Malcolm?" Carissa asked, her voice steady. Malcolm looked utterly deflated, like a wilted flower after the first frost. All the strength had drained from him. He had never felt such fear before, the dread of stepping out into the unknown, of facing what awaited him once he left these walls.

He remembered his arrival tonight, thinking he had prepared for a negotiation, only to find that Carissa hadn't intended to profit from it at all.

As the Civil Minister, Malcolm was in charge of many officials' careers. Over the years, he had seen countless people scheme and grovel for power, often to the point of utter disgrace.

But Carissa didn't seem the least bit interested in taking advantage of the situation to promote a few of her own people. She couldn't be so naive as to ignore the king's wariness of the Hell Monarch. Having allies in court was crucial. If trouble arose, at least someone would be there to speak on their behalf.

But despite Malcolm's whirlwind of thoughts, Gerald's pale, makeup-streaked face and neatly folded floral clothes kept appearing in his mind. It tormented him, nearly driving him mad.

"Commander Sinclair, will you be staying here tonight?" he asked, making conversation to avoid the silence.

"Yes. I won't be leaving," Carissa replied, her voice calm.

"But you could return to your estate," Malcolm said, his gaze briefly shifting away from her, unable to meet her eyes.

Carissa glanced at him. "If I leave and someone takes advantage of their power to drag someone away, the guards in the Capital Guard won't be able to stop them," she said flatly.

A higher-ranking official could easily crush anyone beneath them-especially one with much higher

authority.

shoulders slumped. He had indeed

said, her smile sharp with irony. "No

Lord Gerald, I'm only allowing him to stay in the side hall because

insight into his thoughts left Malcolm momentarily embarrassed, making

Sinclair. If you think it's dirty, I'll have the furniture replaced once my father leaves

Dirty?

surprise. "There's no need for that. It's not a problem. But perhaps, Lord Malcolm, you should be asking how many people

at her wish for him to leave. Staying up through the night wasn't something she was inclined to

Gerald's state, Malcolm might feel compelled to try and take him away. She

words. However, he was determined not to leave. His feet felt rooted to the ground, and

plainly, "Commander Sinclair, if I take him away, I'll take full responsibility for any punishments. I'll personally answer to His Majesty.

consequences."

take him, everyone else will want to take their own people. If

a failure," Carissa replied firmly, not

Her refusal was absolute.

said I'll take

think you can

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