Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 1494

At Hell Monarch Estate, Carissa and Cynthia were busy teaching Roxana and Courtney martial arts. Mostly, it was Cynthia who took charge of Roxana's lessons, while Carissa kept company with Courtney, observing but not actively participating.

Work at the Capital Guard headquarters was actually quite busy, but time seemed to slow down, bringing a sense of calm to everyone's hearts. No matter how long this period without suspicion would last, they decided to cherish each day as it came.

But there was one thing that weighed heavily on Carissa's mind—Rafael's health.

Although he was gradually recovering, his vitality had been severely damaged. Working tirelessly every day, leaving early and returning late, with irregular meals and inconsistent medication, he wasn't able to rest properly, which was always a worry.

Bun came down the corridor and approached Carissa, saying, "Vivi says she won't be home tonight."

Carissa nodded, her expression unchanged. She didn't need to ask. She knew exactly what Violet was doing—returning to her old ways.

This matter was not something they would discuss in private. However, they had once said that since their hands were already stained with blood, they might as well let the blood of the wicked nourish their souls to an even deeper crimson.

So, whether Violet was helping the authorities find evidence or directly taking down evildoers who couldn't be convicted due to insufficient proof, Carissa didn't interfere.

They no longer talked about upholding justice as openly as they did in their childhood, even though it had always been their ideal. Now, as they grew older, Carissa no longer defined her actions in terms of righteousness.

The world was not as simple as black and white; it was full of gray. But the end result remained the same—seeing the guilty get their just punishment was all that mattered.

Bun sat beside her, watching Cynthia teach Roxana.

"Roxana is really something. Strong and full of energy, just like Cynthia was at her age. But honestly, Roxana has even more talent. She might just turn out to be the second you," he said.

Carissa looked over and saw Roxana moving with incredible speed. Her fists were a blur, yet each strike carried a palpable weight. Bun had given her the nickname Powerful Cyclone for her fierce strength.

Carissa smiled faintly, imagining Roxana's future. Would she become a female general, or a wandering hero, fighting for justice?

It was at that moment that Rafael returned. He sat down next to his wife and immediately pulled her into his arms.

Seeing the two of them, Bun stood up with a playful scolding look. "Only a day apart and you're acting like you've been apart for three years. It's enough to make my eyes sting."