Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1249

A delicate curtain separated the bedroom from the inner hall. As Carissa parted the beaded curtain, the soft sound of pearls clinking together echoed in the quiet room.

People said a small room helped preserve energy. For the elderly, the room shouldn't be too spacious, as it could cause the life force to scatter and harm their health.

Thus, the room was modest in size, with carved cherrywood bed positioned to the east and a low couch to the south. A small wardrobe stood nearby, though Carissa had already noticed another wardrobe in the inner hall, suggesting that this one had been specially added.

She glanced around the room, noting the fine, elegant furnishings-everything was of the highest quality. "Lord Gerald," Carissa called softly. When she thought about it, there was no personal grudge between them. Their paths had merely crossed at the wrong time.

Gerald opened his eyes slowly, his dull, murky gaze sweeping the room. Only when he confirmed that it was just her did he sigh wearily.

He was frail, his breathing shallow-indeed, he seemed to be at the very end of his strength.

On the table beside him was a bowl of medicine and a bowl of gruel that was still warm. It seemed someone had tried to feed him, but he had refused.

He lifted a trembling hand and pointed weakly at the gruel.

Carissa looked over at the bowl. "You want some gruel? I'll have someone feed you."

a grateful glance at Carissa. Gerald hadn't eaten for

here. For this alone, Cody was

This wasn't what she had expected- why was Gerald eating gruel now? She thought for

would wait and

herbs. After finishing nearly half a bowl, he shook his head and

gruel with nourishing herbs, Carissa could tell from Gerald's breathing that he had improved slightly. But he did not speak right away. He was too weak, and even the nourishing herbs

naturally only brought

sat down beside his bed, just

began to speak in

fought for anything. Today, I called you

with great effort. It was as though it took all his

breath.

things, no matter how hard you

silent, understanding that he

pause, he went on, "What you're doing now... It won't succeed, either. The success you see now is but an illusion. In the end, in the world we live in... It

for air several times, and a murky tear slid down from the corner of his eye. "Years ago, King Sigmund forbade

blanket, the veins standing out like twisted roots, as he