Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 778

Gareth shot up from his seat and glared at the guards behind him. "What's going on? Didn't I tell you not to open the door? Who let her in?"

"I came in myself. I waited for an hour. When you didn't open the door and planned to douse me with dirty water, I had no choice but to offend you by intruding," said Carissa, stepping forward.

Her gaze swept across those present. Norman was the oldest, and he was flanked by two men who must be his second and third sons.

Before coming here, Carissa had looked over portraits of those who served in Norman's household, so she had a general idea of their appearances. One of the men, wearing a stone-blue brocade coat, looked anxious and frustrated. When he saw her, a flicker of surprise crossed his features.

That must be Norman's heir, Mikhail.

Carissa recognized the man who had spoken earlier. He was Norman's fourth son, Gareth. He was easily recognized because he was the armory officer in the Ministry of Defense. Also, Carissa was here because of him and his concubine, Cecilia.

Hearing that she had barged in on her own, Norman was even more enraged. "How dare you! I didn't permit you to enter, yet you dare intrude into the residence of a first-rank duke?"

"I apologize for the offense, Lord Norman," Carissa responded with a mixture of politeness and firmness.

Norman slammed his hand on the table. "If you know what's good for you, you'd get out at once! If you don't, don't blame me for being rude!"

Carissa replied, "I already sensed your lack of courtesy at the door, but I'm afraid I can't leave until I have the chance to ask my questions. You may be angry now, but do try to contain it. You can report me to His Majesty later."

Norman had lived his life as a fierce warrior. When had he ever been provoked by someone from the younger generation?

His expression darkened as he commanded, "Seize her and throw her out!"

The material of the official uniform Carissa wore was a bit stiff, making it somewhat inconvenient to fight. However, that also meant she could utilize a dancing technique with it. With a swift motion, Carissa flung her cloak and weaved through the guards like a dancer in a whirlwind. The sounds of her cloak slapping against their faces echoed through the hall. She jumped and spun gracefully, her movements elegant and extraordinary. She embodied the essence of a young martial general perfectly.

In fact, she had learned this technique from Carmen. With a bit of cleverness, this flashy maneuver worked surprisingly well. It wasn't a direct slap, so it didn't outright disgrace them, but it certainly felt like a slap to the face.