Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1502

Spring Pavilion was full that day.

The restaurant wasn't very big to begin with, and it usually had some customers. The black-clad men that lady brought had taken up all the remaining seats.

Carissa, Violet, and Travis had to sit at a small table the owner had set up at the last minute, separate from the others.

The man's voice, soft and apologetic, reached Carissa's ear. It was warm and pleasant.

"These are my brothers-in-arms. We've been traveling since last night and haven't had a bite to eat. If it troubles you, I can have them wait outside and just pass them some bread each when we're done."

Violet paused, surprised, but quickly shook her head. "No need for that. Please, let them stay. They can sit where they like and order what they wish."

The man smiled kindly. "You are kind-hearted, miss. In that case, we'll order freely, and we'll take extra."

"Alright... That's fine," Violet replied, casting a glance at the sea of black. The men were dressed in a way that suggested some sort of organization, with embroidered characters on their sleeves, though they were so wrinkled and dirty that she couldn't make out the words.

After a moment of squinting, she thought she recognized words like "Shadow Guard" or "Lightning Guard" among the stains.

Despite their rough appearance, the men weren't rude. After confirming they had their places, they all stood up and thanked their host for the meal.

as though they had been roped into this meal without much choice. They had hoped to converse during the meal, to learn more about the strangers' identities and intentions. After all, there were 20 or more of them here, each one clearly skilled in martial arts. It would

were.

ate like a storm sweeping through the land-silent and swift. Not a single word was spoken, not even by the woman with them. It

one of the men in black stabbed the last piece

that, not a single word

one other instance: Travis had offered them wine, and the

without another word, he returned to

swiftly, and with remarkable precision. It seemed as though they all finished at once, setting their cutlery down in

a well-trained group, but it became clear that the speed of their meal wasn't due to discipline-it was because the dishes had been emptied entirely. Not a scrap of meat or garnish

at her plate. It seemed...she had barely eaten

your kindness. The meal will not be forgotten. Farewell,

group rose in unison, nodding respectfully.

gesture, but by the time she did,

called

was probably better if she hadn't said anything. The moment she called out, they picked up their pace,

her, bewildered. "What's the rush? Do they think we're asking them to pay

"They must have something urgent. It's not as if they'd need to run off over a

street empty. They had truly vanished quickly—so quickly, in fact, that following

so many of them and all of them dressed in black, it couldn't be