Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 737

Carissa quickly waved her hand. "That's not it, Your Majesty. I got up too early today and was ready before our appointed meeting time. So, I sparred a little with the people at my residence and accidentally took a hit from one of them."

Salvador chuckled. "You got up too early? Were you nervous? Worried you won't handle the responsibilities as the Mystic Army's commander well?"

"I'm a bit nervous, yes. Mostly because I don't have much experience. I'm afraid I might not do a good job and let everyone down," Carissa replied honestly.

Looking at her bruised eye, Salvador had to hold back another laugh. But he knew there were serious matters to address, so he straightened his expression and spoke solemnly.

"You're the first female official of this era. What you're shouldering is far more than just the duties of the Mystic Army's commander. You also bear the queen dowager's expectations and the admiration of all the women in the kingdom. Others in your position only need to focus on serving the throne and being loyal to the kingdom. But you must watch your words and actions carefully while also performing your duties well. In comparison, your path is much more difficult. But I believe in you."

Carissa nodded. "I understand, Your Majesty. I'll do my utmost not to disappoint anyone."

Salvador continued, "The most important thing is not to disappoint your father and brothers, who are watching from the heavens. They were loyal and valiant warriors of this kingdom, brave in battle and devoted to both king and kingdom. Their desire was for peace, ensuring the people could live in safety and prosperity. You must carry on their legacy."

His words struck a chord with Carissa, who bowed her head slightly. "I will remember, Your Majesty. I will do everything in my power to ensure the capital remains safe and the people live in peace. Please rest assured."

Hearing her promise, Salvador took a good, long look at her. There was no denying it—wearing the official military uniform, she exuded a fierce and heroic aura. With her martial arts skills, she could certainly keep the Mystic Army under control.

But control alone wasn't enough. As commander, she also had to make critical decisions. He hoped she had the brains for it and wasn't just another reckless warrior.

"This morning, the Supreme Court reported that they're short on manpower. You should pull some personnel from the Capital Guard to support them. This case is no ordinary one. Be cautious—better to catch the wrong person than to let the guilty escape. Anyone even remotely suspicious should be brought in for questioning, including the families of officials who have been too close to Aunt Eleanor. If they hold noble titles, you'll preside over their trials personally," Salvador ordered.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Carissa accepted the order without hesitation.

Salvador continued, "You'll also be in charge of the Royal Guard and the Crown Guard. The Garrison Unit and the Capital Guard shouldn't be a problem for you. Michael follows your orders, but Alistair Prince, the Royal Guard's commander, and Max Lewis, the Garrison Unit's chief, might not be so easy. While they're supposed to be part of the Mystic Army, they've always operated independently. You'll need to earn their respect. Don't let me down."