Her Graceful War Song

After a thorough comparison, they found that the armor from Harmony Palace was actually made with better materials and craftsmanship than the Ministry of Defense’s armor.

The battle gear made for generals was especially impressive. When tested in Salvador’s study, the armor withstood several blows without any damage, while the blades of the swords chipped instead.

However, the ballistae tested were deemed a lower quality than the Ministry of Defense’s, which slightly. eased Salvador’s anger.

At least it proved one thing–Cecilia hadn’t lied. She hadn’t stolen the designs for the ballistae or armor, as the two were clearly distinct. Still, Gareth was likely to face repercussions. It was unacceptable for him to let such critical weapon blueprints leak.

Fortunately, Salvador had not changed his stance on the concubines‘ daughters, and was quite supportive of Carissa’s proposal for their unified supervision. After all, those women had indeed been manipulated, and no real harm had come to anyone. By doing this, he could earn a reputation for benevolence.

As for Celeste, whose actions had thrown the Earl of Gracehold’s family into chaos, Salvador had weighed the matter carefully. Ultimately, Samuel’s lack of decisiveness was to blame. So many women had entered noble families without causing too much upheaval, yet only the Earl of Gracehold’s family had been turned upside down. So, they would bear a significant share of the responsibility for that.

With those decisions made, Carissa finally let out a sigh of relief.

Salvador dismissed Davis and the others, keeping Carissa behind for a private discussion. His eyes showed no signs of fatigue. He seemed to have boundless energy for the treason case.

“Commander Sinclair,” he said, his tone serious. “I have a question for you, and I need you to answer truthfully.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” Carissa replied, steeling herself.

Salvador regarded her with the penetrating gaze of authority, filled with pressure. “Who do you think is behind Eleanor?”

Carissa immediately felt apprehensive. Rafael had asked this question before, and Salvador was also clearly looking into it.

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“Let me rephrase that. My brother mentioned Yuvan. Do you share this opinion?”

Carissa nodded without hesitation. “Yes, I believe that as well.”

“Is there any evidence implicating Yuvan in this matter, according to the investigations by the Supreme Court and the Capital Guard? Excluding Fiona’s involvement in sending women to Eleanor,” Salvador asked, his eyes locking onto Carissa’s with a depth that felt like an ocean,

“I know about the incident involving Avis, which led to a complete rift between Yuvan’s family and you. Are your judgments clouded by personal feelings? If you suspect him, there must be a reasonable basis or evidence for it. What proof do you currently possess? You can’t just say your suspicions are based on gut feelings. This is a treason charge. If you suspect someone, you need to present evidence.

“Or perhaps your guild has uncovered something? For stance, before you went to the Southern Frontler, you told me that your senior guild members discovered that Westhaven soldiers were alding Sandoria Now that you suspect Yuvan, was it because they discovered anything relevant?”

Carissa felt a rush of panic. She couldn’t implicate her guild in this matter. The evidence she had was either from the investigations of Skywing Spire or Rafael’s discreet inquiries. They knew the situation but lacked concrete proof. Without that, she couldn’t claim they had evidence, and as for Winona’s findings, those couldn’t be presented to Salvador, who was wary of such things.

“There is no evidence so far to prove that Eleanor, Prince Yuvan, or even any other princes have had secret dealings, Your Majesty. However, there must be a process of elimination in investigations. After ruling out others, Prince Yuvan appears to be the most likely suspect among them. I’m merely hypothesizing boldly, but will be cautious in verifying it. I’m not concluding that the person behind Eleanor is necessarily Prince Yuvan,” she replied.

Salvador continued to scrutinize her. “I recall your senior guild member is quite adept at gathering intelligence. Didn’t she provide you with any insights?”

“Winona has not investigated these matters, Your Majesty. She only happened to discover Westhaven soldiers at the Southern Frontier during her travels. She knew this was a significant issue for our kingdom, which is why she sent me a carrier pigeon.”

Salvador looked somewhat disappointed but also relieved. “Very well, you may go. There’s nothing more for now.”

As Carissa took her leave, her mouth felt dry and her stomach growled with hunger. A chill crept into her heart. Managing this task was indeed challenging. It was no wonder that the higher officials rose, the less hair they had.

From Salvador’s expression, Carissa sensed he was both hoping Winona would provide some information and fearful that she might truly be as formidable as she seemed. If Winona was powerful, it meant the Pathfinders Guild was powerful–and Carissa was part of that guild.

Thus, this crisis could not be allowed to escalate.