Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair)

The two of them fought desperately but were quickly overwhelmed, blood splattering everywhere.

The assassins showed no desire to linger in battle. One dealt with Gregory and his sons, while the remaining three pressed their attack on Aurora, targeting her chest with their blades.

In a panic, Aurora threw down her sword and pulled Barrett in front of her, using him as a shield.

"No!" Rebecca and Viola both screamed in shock at the sight.

Never in Barrett's wildest dreams would he imagine that Aurora would do such a thing. He was injured, and Aurora held him tightly. As a result, he couldn't swing his sword in defense. He could only watch helplessly as the three assassins advanced, their swords poised to plunge into his heart.

Everyone's blood ran cold, but no one could do anything. Rebecca couldn't even bear to watch, terrified of seeing her son die at the hands of the assassins.

In the nick of time, a red spear flew through the air, expertly knocking aside the three swords. The impact caused the assassins to recoil in pain and urgently step back.

A figure landed gracefully, quickly retrieving the spear and immediately engaging the assassins. With swift and precise moves, she forced the attackers back without hesitation.

The assassins were forced to retreat continuously. The formidable sword techniques they had used earlier were rendered ineffective under the pressure of her spear. Within ten moves, the assassins' swords were all on the ground.

Within twenty moves, all the assassins lay defeated. Their tendons had been severed, their inner force depleted. They collapsed, unable to even lift their swords. The summer night breeze tousled her slightly disheveled hair. Under the light from the corridor, she slowly lifted her face, and everyone finally recognized her. Viola was trembling in fear as she uttered the name.

"Carissa?"

Carissa was wearing a white dress and a pair of embroidered cloth shoes. Her sleeves were wide, and the long dress accentuated her slender figure.

However, the murderous intent in her gaze had not dissipated. Her clothes were stained with the blood of the assassins, the spots spreading out into delicate patterns like small camellias on the white satin.

As everyone stood stunned, Gregory quickly stepped forward and ordered, "Tie them up and hand them over to the Royal Citadel."

"Fetch a physician! Now!" Rebecca rushed over to support Barrett, whose face was pale. "Where are you hurt? Where?"

Barrett's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at Carissa. He was covered in wounds, mostly superficial, but the pain seemed to penetrate deep into his core.

Earlier, he had thought he would die when Aurora used him as a shield against the assassins' swords.

But just as death was closing in on him, Carissa arrived.

At that moment, Barrett felt a mix of excitement and pain. After such a close brush with death, his emotions were all over the place.

Dragging his bleeding leg, he looked

at Carissa and asked, "You came to save me? How did you get here? You still care about my family's safety, don't you? You still care about me, right?"

Carissa's gaze was cold as she watched the members of Gregory's family bind the assassins.

When she heard Barrett's words, Carissa frowned and turned to him. "I am the deputy commander of the Mystic Army. Isn't it logical for me to be here?"

"No!" Barrett stared at her with reddened eyes. "You care about me! You do! You're just angry that I took a concubine."

Carissa rolled her eyes and

addressed Gregory respectfully, "Mr.

Gregory, know you work in the

Royal Citadel. I've severed the tendons of these assassins. After they're bound, send them directly to the Royal Citadel for severe interrogation."

"Yes, Your Grace!" Gregory called out loudly, emphasizing her title to remind Barrett that she was now a princess consort, and he had best keep quiet.

Barrett's face turned ashen, and his eyes were filled with sorrow.

Carissa watched as the assassins were bound. Then, she heard the sound of many footsteps approaching from outside and knew the garrison unit and the Capital Guards had arrived. Leaving the aftermath to them, Carissa turned to leave Grace Mansion. She didn't want to stay here for another moment.

Just as she was about to step out, she heard Gregory's shocked exclamation behind her, "Aurora, what are you doing?"

Carissa whipped around to see

Aurora slashing at the assassins necks with the sword in her hand. After finishing off the last one, blood splattered onto her face, making her look sinister and cold.

"Those who kill must die!" Aurora coldly declared.