Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 511

Celeste's eyes were cold and contained a hint of disdain, even when addressing her father.

She replied, "How could a mere concubine in the Earl of Gracehold's family possibly have any private dealings with the Hell Monarch's princess consort? If Mother doesn't trust me, I don't mind drinking a glass of poisoned wine to alleviate her concerns."

Henry frowned. "What nonsense are you talking about? If she wanted you to drink poison, why would she spend so much money on your upbringing? Don't forget your mission—your mom is still in her hands."

Celeste's eyes glinted with mockery and bitterness. "If you truly loved my mom, why didn't you stand up to Mother? Instead, you let me suffer and be mistreated just to keep her by your side."

Henry's face darkened. "You've thrown the Earl of Gracehold's family into chaos. Grand Princess Eleanor is pleased with the turmoil. She's merely displeased that your identity was exposed. Your sister has already set out and will encounter the Hell Monarch on the road. With her exceptional beauty and her skills in martial arts, which the Hell Monarch favors, she will likely gain his favor. If she can enter the Hell Monarch's estate, our plan will be halfway successful."

"Let's hope my sister can successfully kill Lady Carissa." A ruthless glint flickered in Celeste's eyes.

Hector was the source of her tragedy and that of all her sisters. Hector was dead, but Carissa still lived.

Henry fell silent, his eyes reflecting a mix of complex emotions.

Finally, he sighed. "Your sister's martial skills are not as good as Lady Carissa's. She can only try to poison and sabotage from within after entering the estate. But if she's discovered, she'll lose her life."

"As long as she is favored, she won't die." Celeste smiled derisively. "The Hell Monarch and Lady Carissa have no real affection for each other. Didn't Mother say so? Their marriage is merely a political alliance. The Sinclair family needs the Hell Monarch to maintain the public image of the Duke of Northwatch's reputation, while the Hell Monarch needs Lady Carissa's military power to support him. Although Lady Carissa is only an honorary deputy commander of the Mystic Army now, if she truly returns to command the Mystic Army, she will still have many followers."

Henry frowned, and instinctively wanted to avoid the topic. "That has nothing to do with us. In fact, I opposed your sister approaching the Hell Monarch. It's too dangerous."

"Does it matter if you oppose it?" Celeste nearly spat the words "useless coward" at him. Her eyes brimmed with unmasked disdain and contempt.

Henry's hair was already graying, and he looked at his daughter. He couldn't blame them for their resentment. He had fathered them, only for Eleanor to use them as tools.