Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair)
Chapter 333

Talking bad about one's own master and others' masters was something they did without any pressure.

Carissa raised her hand, sending her attendants out to stand guard at the door.

Violet, who was never one to hold back, said, "We've been here for two days, but we weren't allowed to enter the city. It was your master's order. We had to stay at a small inn in a town outside the city. There were so many thieves in that town. Fortunately, we had enough martial experts among us, so the dowry was safe."

Two days ago was when Kyle had left. He probably did it to meet up with Adrian outside the city.

"But your master brought Winona into the city every day, from morning until evening. We don't know what news they were gathering. Today, we waited outside the city around noon. When we saw that your dowry was about to depart, we hurried in," Violet continued, adding, "I've never been so flustered, but it was also quite thrilling. It felt like we were at the center of attention of the entire city."

"I've never seen anything like that. It was so lively! When my guild senior made the announcement for our guild, his voice was so loud. I'm sure everyone in the capital heard him," commented an equally excited Cynthia.

Carissa raised her eyebrow and smiled. "That's for sure."

That was such an exaggeration. Didn't they know how vast the capital was?

"The town was just too cold. The coal used for heating in the inn made our eyes hurt," Violet grumbled. "I'm such a delicate person. You're the only one whom we'd endure such hardship for, Cari." Violet always claimed to be delicate and constantly complained. But when it came to times that mattered, she never uttered a word of complaint.

"It wasn't too bad, except that the food was terrible. The chef didn't seem to be very skilled," Cynthia added.

In every guild, there were always a few excellent cooks who made dishes that were delicious and well-presented. That was especially true for the Crystal Bloom Guild, which was famous for its Wood. Their guild was pretty much like a chef training camp.

Carissa's eyes grew misty. "To have the guild leaders and so many apprentices stuck in that small town inn... I owe you all a great deal."

"You're not the one who has to repay it. Your master said that if any guild on the guest list doesn't attend, the Pathreplaceers Guild will cut ties with them," Violet said.

Cynthia chuckled. "The Beggar Guild wanted to come, but your master replaces them dirty and disorderly, so he wouldn't allow them to attend. The Beggar Guild leader must be feeling quite uncomfortable right now."

"It's better they don't come. Seeing them will only make me angry. They clearly knew that some people were using their guild's name to abduct children and turn them into thieves and beggars, yet they did nothing about it," Carissa responded.

'Since the Beggar Guild changed its leader, it hasn't been the same. I hope they hold another election and choose a more capable person," Violet commented before changing the topic and eagerly asking, "What's it like being married to the marshal? He looked very handsome today. Your heart must have skipped a beat, right?"

Carissa rested her chin on her hand. "We're just partners in life. He used to like someone, but that woman is married now. In fact, I suspect that person might be me, because his gaze today was different from before."

Violet shot her a sidelong glance. "How did you come up with that idea? You've always been in Meadow Ridge and haven't seen him much."

"He's Sage Everett's apprentice. Although I haven't seen him, he has seen me."

"Well, if he saw you in Meadow Ridge, I can guarantee he wouldn't have liked you. There are so many male apprentices there, but how many have fallen for you? They all avoided you. Only Rod and Bun are close to you, and that's because Rod is poor and wanted to gain some benefits by being your friend."

Carissa protested, "I've got the looks."

"Being good-looking is useless. You were always falling and rolling around in the mud like a little monkey. Throughout the year, there were hardly any days when you were clean."

As Carissa recalled her appearance at Meadow Ridge, the idea she had about herself was instantly dispelled. Indeed, who would like a mud-splattered monkey?

She had never thought that Rafael's previous affection might be directed at her. But since she had felt a little flutter in her heart, she began to entertain the delusion that perhaps the person he liked who had married someone else was actually.her.