Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1322

Violet observed the group before her.

Two of them were shorter in stature, stocky and muscular. They had arms that appeared unusually thick, and their necks had visible veins bulging slightly. The other three were taller. Though their breathing seemed normal, Violet couldn't help but notice that their shoes were nearly spotless, showing no sign of dust.

This suggested they practiced Silent Force, a type of internal martial arts.

Those who mastered Silent Force could control their breathing, making it shallow or deep at will. Judging by their composure, Violet suspected their skills were considerable.

"Do you know martial arts?" she asked.

The group all shook their heads, their faces looking notably sincere. "No."

Violet took another look; in a sudden motion, she threw a punch at the shorter man.

His eyes flickered with alarm, but then he quickly shut them, his face showing a look of fear.

Violet retracted her fist. From the brief flash of light in his eyes, it was clear this was the instinctive

reaction of a martial artist. However, he controlled it well and didn't raise his hand to block.

This, in fact, revealed something. Even someone who didn't know martial arts would instinctively make a blocking gesture if suddenly attacked in the face, regardless of whether they could defend it. However, the short man didn't do that.

faintly and turned

cold, silent glance before slowly backing

distance. She placed her hand on her forehead, her gaze conflicted. It was hard to tell if she was hopeful or frightened,

with rose bushes, aptly named Rose Hall. A thin wall separated

in Emerald Hall, though not in the same room. Originally, when Eleanor had sent her to Hayden as a concubine, Hayden had no interest in one. He had taken her in more as a casual companion to ease his boredom. She had her quarters, but she had

had heard from the

notice the strange atmosphere that seemed to

to be walking around, as though on patrol. Bun had noticed it too, rising from his seat

atmosphere was tense-so different from the lighthearted feel of the

it felt like there was an invisible killing intent even while she was lying in bed. During the day, they got up

individuals Violet had observed the night before. They gave

seemed that Willowbrook Estate housed

to carry out

kitchen, inspecting the provisions. When he saw the large quantities of grains and meats set aside-enough to feed over a hundred people-he turned to the cook and asked,

"Just for today, my lord. His

"Then why

must eat

couldn't help but feel

servants ate the same food as

and shrimp was the

were regularly used. Yet, all the