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Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1290
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Chapter 1291

In the evening, Carissa presented Rafael's leave request to Salvador, who summoned her to an audience. Seeing

her reddened eyes, he believed Robert's words. It was clear that Rafael's illness had con strongly this time.

"Don't worry too much," Salvador said gently. "With Mr. Lester's treatment, he'll recover soon."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I've also sent someone to hurry after Sebastian. He has the best medicine for heart

ailments."

Carissa's voice was faint, as if her strength had been drained, and she sounded fragile.

"It's the Snowdrop Pills, isn't it?" Salvador asked.

He knew of the medicine. The nobility in the capital often kept a few on hand, just in case. But he had heard that

the pills had becscarce over the past two years, as sof the ingredients were no longer available.

"Yes," Carissa confirmed.

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"When can he return? Can't you find the pills at Arcane Sanctum?"

Carissa's expression darkened with worry. "It will take at least two or three days. Arcane Sanctum no longer

carries the pills. Rowan, Sebastian's apprentice, toldthat only Sebastian has two left on him." "Is there no

other medicine that could work as well?" Salvador pressed, though he wondered if the Snowdrop Pills were as

miraculous as people claimed, or just an exaggerated rumor.

"Other medicines likely won't compare." Carissa hesitated, her face growing more uneasy. "Mr. Warren's late

mom suffered from a heart condition and was close to death. It was the Snowdrop Pills that saved her life.

Afterward, she had to take a dose every month to maintain her health. It really works."

Salvador thought he had heard of that incident before, but discussing a dead person at this moment felt rather

ill-fated.

Noticing Carissa's eyes redden again, he tried to reassure her, "Mr. Lester toldthe situation is now under

control. With stand proper care, Rafael will recover. Don't worry too much."

Carissa lowered her gaze, hiding the redness in her eyes. "Yes, Your Majesty. I'm grateful for Mr. Lester's help

today."

Salvador dismissed her to return to Rafael's side, temporarily placing the matter aside.

When Carissa returned to the estate, she finally confided in Jacob and Kyle. Jacob clutched his chest, genuinely

shaken by the events of the day. Neither of them opposed the plan. It was risky, yes, but perhaps it was a lesser

danger than risking the lives of so many soldiers at the Southern Frontier. Jacob immediately began to consider

the situation, weighing the details in his mind. "I think His Majesty will send someone tomorrow. After all, with His

Highness' sudden heart ailment at such a crucial moment, it's hard to imagine His Majesty won't grow

suspicious."

"Tomorrow might be the easiest. But you said the medicine lasts for 72 hours. My worry is that they might come

over the next few days," Kyle said.

Carissa reassured them, "There's no need to worry too much. It will only be two or three days at most. I've

already told His Majesty that Sebastian is on his way back. Once he arrives, I'll inform Mr. Lester that he's no

longer needed."

Despite her words, everyone felt uneasy. It all felt so covert, like they were preparing for something dishonest.

Carissa didn't speak further. Her mood was heavy as she silently returned to Orchid Hall.

Helen had already been persuaded to leave. This was not something Carissa could share with her. Once Rafael

left, she would tell Helen that he had gone to Sebastian's residence to recover.

As Carissa looked at her husband, pale and lying there, her eyes grew red again. She had been prepared for this,

but seeing the bloodstain on his chest from earlier still made her heart race. Tears began to fall uncontrollably.

"Does it still hurt?" Carissa asked softly, leaning down to embrace him. Her throat was tight with emotion. "It's

bearable," Rafael managed, lifting his hand with difficulty to stroke her hair. "Don't cry."

The dull pain in his chest was still sharp, spreading to his back and down his left arm. He had tried taking deep

breaths, but the pain worsened each time, leaving him with no choice but to lie there helplessly. Carissa raised

her head, her eyes now brimming with tears. "I'm sorry."

Seeing her tears only made Rafael's chest ache more. He groaned in pain, his heart tightening. "Don't cry," he

murmured. "When you cry, it makeshurt even more."

Carissa quickly wiped her tears away, her voice trembling as she promised, "Okay. | won't cry. | won't."