Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1621

The merchant ship docked, and Thomas led Elise and Selene ashore.

On the way, Elise asked, "Did you come alone this time? Did the boys come with you?"

Thomas smiled. "They didn't, but Rosalind did. We've been here for half a month, staying at Hearth Inn. This time, I came on your father's orders-partly to investigate the bandits and pirates around Port Liantra, partly to see if you had arrived safely. I also took it as a chance to take Rosalind out for a bit. The academy is on holiday for the New Year, so it was easy enough for her to take leave for a month or two."

Elise brightened. "Ms. Young is here? That's wonderful! Please take me to see her quickly."

Rosalind had been Elise's first teacher when she studied at the academy. She was clever but restless, never able to sit still. During her studies, she had been sent to Meadow Ridge several times, but was returned each time. Finally, she stayed at the academy until she was seven years old before trying Meadow Ridge

again.

Whether one studied books or trained in martial arts, respect for one's teacher was important. When Elise came of age, Rosalind had even given her a gift, though the ceremony had been too crowded to exchange many words.

Now, being able to meet here in Port Liantra was truly a blessing.

traveling merchants, most of whom stayed there for long stretches because the price

the inn, Rosalind sat reading a book. The weather was mild, and a gentle breeze carried the fresh scents of early spring. Warm sunlight spilled over everything, filling

just beginning to bloom. The fiery red flowers were few, but their bright color stained the

cotton blossoms. The locals liked to make soup from the cotton tree flowers, saying it was the best remedy to

if she could stay until then, she would surely pick some of those blossoms

whole world. She had always found joy in flipping through pages, seeking life's truths and rules for how to

books was not as good

recent years, her husband had been stationed at the capital's garrison. Occasionally, he took her out on short trips, but never far. This journey

many records about different places, but nothing compared to seeing them with her own

"Ms. Young!"

voice broke

up

As the visitor entered, her steps slowed, and she approached with calm grace, like

dazed. When she looked up and saw the person before her, she was