Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1603

Before I went to the Southern Frontier, I had no plan for my life, nor did I have clear goals or particular things I wanted to do. When we reclaimed the Southern Frontier and returned to the capital, the cheers of the people made me wonder whether it was a waste to let life pass by without a purpose.

I began to think about the meaning of life.

Following Cari's lead, I found myself involved in many things, from Skye

Embroidery to Gracewood Women's Academy. I saw so many women whose lives had been filled with suffering; I knew I had the power to help them.

I thought, perhaps, this was one of life's meanings. As it was only one possible meaning, that meant there could be more.

This wasn't a boast, but I always had a strong dislike for evil. So, when I heard of murderers and those who were guilty of terrible crimes going free because of a lack of evidence, I was furious. I believed that anyone who took a life should pay with their own.

At first, I didn't do anything extreme. I simply followed the leads from the Royal Citadel and continued the investigation, handing over the evidence I gathered to them.

Then, I came across a special case—a massacre.

One victim survived, though she had been driven mad with fear. She identified the murderer, but because she was now considered insane, her testimony was not accepted. In her madness, she even pointed to the Royal Citadel's governor as the killer, as well as accused several others in court, claiming they were all trying to harm her.

This led to the release of the original suspect due to insufficient evidence.

testimony. There was no weapon recovered or other witnesses. After the

this case, I also thought the suspect was wrongfully accused. He was the scholarly type-well-read in the classics and always helping neighbors, who all

to observe the suspect for some

"family annihilation" hung over her like a sword, forever

and bring them to justice. It was a way to soothe her own

be easier

after looking into the case, I

were no witnesses and no weapon. Plus, the relationships between the people involved were simple; no one seemed to have any enemies.

young scholar named Stephen Lane, the son of a neighbor. Rhea identified him as her family's murderer, but her claim was dismissed in court

ask questions. The Lane and

been on good terms.

to eat, they

it with each other. They also

had grown up together and were very close. Both their families had migrated here to run businesses,

care of Rhea. After all, she was the only one left from her family, and had been driven mad. It

clear that the Brook family had a good relationship with

efforts to ask around, there was no progress. There were no clues and nothing to go

he went out, it was only to return to his academy or visit the bookshop. Occasionally, he would meet with his classmates for a drink, but