Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1494

At Hell Monarch Estate, Carissa and Cynthia were busy teaching Roxana and Courtney martial arts. Mostly, it was Cynthia who took charge of Roxana's lessons, while Carissa kept company with Courtney, observing but not actively participating.

Work at the Capital Guard headquarters was actually quite busy, but time seemed to slow down, bringing a sense of calm to everyone's hearts. No matter how long this period without suspicion would last, they decided to cherish each day as it came.

But there was one thing that weighed heavily on Carissa's mind-Rafael's health.

Although he was gradually recovering, his vitality had been severely damaged. Working tirelessly every day, leaving early and returning late, with irregular meals and inconsistent medication, he wasn't able to rest properly, which was always a worry.

Bun came down the corridor and approached Carissa, saying, "Vivi says she won't be home tonight."

Carissa nodded, her expression unchanged. She didn't need to ask. She knew exactly what Violet was doing-returning to her old ways.

This matter was not something they would discuss in private. However, they had once said that since their hands were already stained with blood, they might as well let the blood of the wicked nourish their souls to an even deeper crimson.

So, whether Violet was helping the authorities find evidence or directly taking down evildoers who couldn't be convicted due to insufficient proof, Carissa didn't interfere.

They no longer talked about upholding justice as openly as they did in their childhood, even though it had always been their ideal. Now, as they grew older, Carissa no longer defined her actions in terms of righteousness.

The world was not as simple as black and white; it was full of gray. But the end result remained the same-seeing the guilty get their just punishment was all that mattered.

Bun sat beside her, watching Cynthia teach Roxana.

honestly, Roxana has even more talent. She

Roxana moving with incredible speed. Her fists were a blur, yet each strike carried a palpable weight. Bun had given her the nickname Powerful Cyclone for her fierce

imagining Roxana's future. Would she become a female general, or a wandering

was at that moment that Rafael returned. He sat down next to his wife and

them, Bun stood up with a playful scolding look. "Only a day apart and you're acting

a smile blooming on her face. "Then, hurry up and

going. I won't disturb you," Bun replied, already heading

them enjoy their little moment together, while he

medicine," Carissa murmured, shifting slightly to

a dose for me at the palace," Rafael

her head, suddenly cautious. "Then,

I... can't

out laughing.

yesterday, he brought mine along too. His Majesty asked

until the

His Majesty think you're

he didn't want them to have children. Wasn't this exactly what he

his hand

hair. His Majesty

me with