Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 1505

Kendrick had been shaken by the attack, and the royal physician had already been called to prepare a sedative to calm his nerves.

When Carissa visited him, it was a pitiful sight. His face was as pale as paper, drained of all color. His lips trembled, and he shakily asked if the assassins were gone.

She reassured him, saying they had gone, and only then did his trembling subside slightly.

The people around him had already informed him that the assassins were driven off, but he hadn't believed them. He needed to hear it from Carissa to feel any sense of security.

Carissa reminded him to rest and recuperate before she left.

Meanwhile, Davis was busy comforting the others. As the Defense Minister, he had seen his fair share of chaos and remained calm. Also, he trusted Carissa and the Mystic Army. He didn't think there was much to fear—at worst, they had just risked losing a head.

It was Meadow Ridge's members who gathered together, speculating that the black-clad figures they had encountered in Victory Pass might be the same as the assassins who had attacked them.

It was Violet who first brought up the theory.

She believed the way that group had disappeared was too strange—there had to be some hidden passage they used to slip away. It all felt premeditated.

And then there was the matter of their black clothing. The number of them might not add up perfectly, but that was easy enough to explain. Some of them had probably stayed behind, lying in wait.

"At the time, they must have sent out so many people to target us," Violet theorized. "But then, they probably realized that in Victory Pass, even if they killed us, they wouldn't be able to escape."

She continued analyzing, growing more convinced.

She glanced at Carissa and asked, "Do you think I'm right?"

Carissa took a moment to think before shaking her head.

"It wasn't them. Or rather, these assassins weren't as skilled as those people. If they could move freely in and out of Victory Pass, as you said, that idea doesn't hold up. They could've struck and then escaped without us being able to catch up or trace them. Think about it—after we finished our meal at Spring Pavilion, we sent people to look for them. Aside from the staff there, no one else had seen them."

Violet thought about it and agreed. Those black-clad people from the other day had shown remarkable skill. The assassins from tonight were good, but not to the same extraordinary degree.

Carissa continued, "Also, tonight, the assassins had people covering their escape. Do you think the black-clad group we met before needed that?"