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.

were a few, however, whose appearances were downright unsettling- strange, twisted faces that made them look like something out of a ghost story. Carissa, Violet, and Travis exchanged a glance, feeling as though they had been roped into this meal without much choice. They had hoped to

were.

served, the group ate like a storm sweeping through the land-silent and swift. Not a single word

only time anyone spoke was when one of the men in black stabbed the last piece of meat with his fork, looked at another reaching for

not a

Travis had offered them wine, and the man had replied, "No wine while

without another word, he

meal was eaten swiftly, and with remarkable precision. It seemed as though they all finished at once, setting

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

glanced at her plate. It seemed...she had

"We are grateful for your kindness. The meal will not be forgotten. Farewell, and

in

gesture, but by the

called

was probably better if she hadn't said anything. The moment

"What's the rush? Do they think we're asking them to

as if they'd need to run off over a meal, right? Besides, we already told them we'd be treating

had truly vanished quickly—so quickly, in fact, that following them would have been

so many of them and all of them dressed