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."

casting a grateful glance at Carissa.

because Carissa was here. For this alone, Cody

gruel now? She thought for a moment, deciding that perhaps he lacked the strength to scold Carissa and needed the nourishment just to

wait and

and the gruel was thin and brewed with nourishing herbs. After finishing nearly half a bowl, he shook his head and

If Gerald died, he too would likely follow soon after. For now, he hadn't yet been summoned for judgment as Gerald still needed him. After eating the 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 would

had naturally only brought in top-quality

beside his bed, just as she had at

he began to speak

hadn't fought for anything.

inhaled with great effort. It was as though it took all his strength to draw in

breath.

to tell you that some things, no matter how

remained silent, understanding that

The success you see now is but an illusion. In the end, in the

slid down from the corner of his eye. "Years ago, King Sigmund forbade it because...because he

standing out like twisted roots, as he fought