Her Graceful War Song (Carissa Sinclair) novel Chapter 864

Carissa's voice rang clear, neither too loud nor too soft, ensuring that everyone in the hall could hear her.

"Perhaps some of you believe that Madam Amelia's death is trivial, but what if she were your sister, daughter, or relative? Would you be able to empathize a little more? After all, everyone here has studied the teachings of the sages, and you're all compassionate toward the elderly and the weak. Many women are divorced because of serious illness or infertility. They were innocent, to begin with."

Carissa sighed, her expression heavy with sorrow.

"A woman's life is still a life. Are we truly in a world that seeks to exterminate them?"

What if she were your sister, daughter, or relative?

Many people scoffed inwardly at Carissa's words. Yet, her mention of the teachings of the sages cast a moral shackle on them. How could they argue against that? Any rebuttal would make them seem unreasonable, as if they were out to destroy women completely.

If these words had come from a man, it would have been easier to counter. But they were spoken by a woman—the only woman in the hall—at Salvador's behest.

Carissa had expressed sentiments filled with compassion, speaking on behalf of women. Who could counter that without appearing to bully her? It would be shameful for so many officials to gang up on a lone female official, especially when it was the king who had called on her to speak.

For a moment, the grand hall fell into a heavy silence. Though some faces displayed discontent, no one dared to argue with Carissa.

Seeing this, Salvador recognized that the moment was ripe. It was time to move forward with the plan. It was necessary to remove any remaining obstacles. After all, Velrune had set a precedent. Starhaven could not afford to fall behind.

"Since there are no objections, let us try it out," he declared. "While the court will not provide funding, the embroidery workshop must operate under government supervision. It shall not exploit or mistreat women, and all the money earned will belong to them. Should I learn that the people of Hell Monarch Estate intend to profit from these women or exploit them for personal gain, I will be the first to take action against you."

Rafael knelt on one knee. "You are benevolent, Your Majesty. I thank you for your grace."

Finally, they had succeeded. A smile crept onto Carissa's lips. She hurriedly hid it by lowering her head, anxious that someone might notice her joy.