Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 529

"You're insane!" Gregory was furious. "They're all bound! If we don't get the authorities to interrogate them to find out who sent them, we can't eliminate future threats!"

Aurora looked up, her gaze locking with Carissa's in midair. Her eyes were a mix of complexity and malice as she gritted her teeth.

"You're a discarded woman the Warren family cast out. What right do you have to come back here?"

Carissa observed Aurora's bloodied face, and her frown deepened. "Did you think they were Westhaven spies? What an idiot."

Aurora's expression shifted slightly, her eyes filled with even more venom. Yes, she was worried that they could be Westhaven spies. If they were tortured by the Royal Citadel and the local authorities, they might reveal information about Fawnrun City. Right now, she was still hoping for the best since the king had yet to punish her.

But if the matter was discovered through interrogation by the local authorities…

Aurora couldn't afford to gamble on it.

Carissa could tell exactly what Aurora was thinking, and it made her feel exposed and humiliated.

Moments later, Michael arrived with the Capital Guards. When he saw Carissa, he saluted.

"Greetings, Deputy Commander Sinclair."

"The assassins are dead. Take care of the rest," Carissa said, dragging her Rose Spear as she turned to leave without looking back.

"Understood!" Michael's voice echoed behind her.

Barrett's gaze still lingered on her retreating figure, and he was unwilling to look away.

Carissa's departure, from her descent to her calm exit, took no more than 15 minutes.

Though she was the deputy commander, she was a divorced woman from the Warren family and had no control over Mystic Army affairs. So, it was inappropriate for her to stay longer.

Michael ordered the masks of the assassins to be removed. Aurora stood by, watching coldly. Although she maintained a calm exterior, turmoil raged within her.

These assassins weren't from Westhaven?

If they were not from Westhaven, then who wanted to kill her?

He was so overwhelmed by this realization that he didn't even hear Michael's questions. It was Viola's crying that brought him back to his senses. He looked up in a daze, seeing the servants carrying away the bodies of Viola's maids and Viola herself sitting on the ground, wailing loudly.

The guards in the estate had either been killed or gravely injured. While Valor Estate wasn't drenched in blood, it was still a scene of utter carnage.

"Do you recognize any of these people?" Michael asked again.

Barrett shook his head. "I've never seen them before."

Michael frowned. "Tell me everything about how the assassins entered the estate tonight. Since they're dead and we can't interrogate them, we need to find out who was behind this."

Barrett glanced at Aurora, who was sitting nearby and tending to her wounds. The blood on her face had dried and couldn't be wiped away, and her eyes were filled with gloom and complexity.

Barrett recounted the events, leaving nothing out. He plainly stated that the attack was aimed at Aurora, and that the many deaths in the estate were due to Aurora locking the door to Grace Mansion.

As he spoke, Viola suddenly stood up from the ground and walked toward Aurora.

With tears streaming down her face, she slapped Aurora across the face and yelled, "Why did you lock the door? If you hadn't locked the door, they wouldn't have died!"