Her Graceful War Song

Yuvan also discussed the matter with Wayne.

Wayne disagreed with sending anyone out, but Yuvan felt that Eleanor’s very existence was a lingering

threat.

She hadn’t exposed him yet, but what about in the future?

“That dim–witted king is truly cunning.” Yuvan said, frustration seeping into his voice. “He discovered so many weapons and armor that should warrant immediate execution as a warning, yet he ordered her confinement in the Heritage Bureau. This case remains unresolved, and as long as it drags on, Rafael will hound me like a rabid dog. Eleanor’s survival is a direct threat to me.”

Wayne frowned. “While she is a threat, a failed attempt to deal with her could lead to severe consequences. Eleanor might just turn you in. She’s a lunatic.”

“That’s why I plan to disguise my intent as a rescue. We’ll make her believe we’re there to save her, then seize the opportunity to eliminate her.”

Wayne remained opposed. “That’s far too risky. You really don’t need to take such a chance. Just focus on attending to the ailing Lady Ruth daily and leave everything else alone. That’s the best course of action.

“Regardless, it’s still a risk. Until she’s dead, I can’t find peace. It’s tormenting.” A cold glint flashed in Yuvan’s eyes. “She has to die.”

Seeing Yuvan’s determination, Wayne relented slightly.

“If you’re going to go through with this, then I suggest using suicide soldiers disguised as martial artists to rescue her. At least the king will suspect that Eleanor has raised a faction in the martial world. However, since Carissa is personally escorting her, it won’t be easy to kill or rescue her under her watch.”

“It’s still worth a try,” Yuvan replied, fatigue etched into his features.

He hadn’t been sleeping well lately, and his exhaustion showed. Outsiders assumed he was simply worried about his mom, compounded by the fatigue of attending to her.

He added, “Find out when the escort is scheduled and arrange for ten people. With Eleanor’s people unavailable, let’s use Harvey’s people for reconnaissance.” NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Wayne nodded. “Alright, I’ll take care of it.”

The following evening, the Supreme Court had arranged everything. Initially, they planned to use a prison cart. But after discussion, they decided to send Eleanor in a horse–drawn carriage to keep her from being

seen.

Carissa led the group personally, with thirty capital guards escorting them and Michael clearing the path ahead.

At dusk, the cold wind wasn’t biting. However, it was much chillier than during the day, signaling the onset

of winter.

The carriage set off from the Supreme Court building, with Michael riding ahead to pave the way, Carissal rode beside the carriage on Lightning, wielding her Rose Spear, her presence exuding both elegance and

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authority.

Capital guards were strategically placed around the carriage, forming a tight and disciplined escort.

The sound of hooves echoed loudly on the cobblestone road, drawing the attention of shopkeepers and townsfolk alike, who stepped outside to see what was happening.

Since it wasn’t a prison cart, the civilians had no idea what all the fuss was about. However, the hottest topic among them lately, aside from Eleanor’s alleged treason, was the fact that the Hell Monarch’s princess consort, Carissa, had taken on the role of commander of the Mystic Army.

When someone finally recognized her, they exclaimed, That’s Commander Sinclair! I’ve seen her before!”

“Is it really her? She looks so impressive!”

“I’ve never seen a woman in a position of power before

“If women can fight on the battlefield, why can’t they be an official?”

“But she’s really… How do I even describe it? I can’t find the words! She’s both beautiful and commanding I’ve never seen a government official this striking.”

“Who’s in the carriage? Why such a grand escort?”

Their chatter rose above the gusts of wind and reached Carissa’s ears, but she paid them no mind.

One of her hands gripped the reins while the other held her spear. Her gaze was sharp and alert, listening for any unusual sounds..

Once they passed Swallowstone Street, it was just 1.5 more miles to the Heritage Bureau, where Eleanor would be imprisoned.

If an attack were to happen, it would most likely occur after they crossed Swallowstone Street.