Chapter 970
Rafael quickly returned to Hell Monarch Estate and made his way to the council hall, where Everett was already
sitting in the main seat, waiting for reports. Rafael instructed Jacob to gather information on the three female
officials who had arrived this time. It was crucial to examine the details thoroughly.
At Concord Lodge, Violet had drunk a lot of coffee and was beginning to feel uncomfortable. She excused herself
and told the Westhaven guards stationed there to wait as she went to the inner chamber. Carissa also stood up
to accompany her. A maid who spoke Stellish was called over, and they were escorted toward the inner chamber.
As they passed by the main courtyard of Concord Lodge, they noticed that the place was brightly lit. Sounds of
an argument could be heard from within. Carissa took a quick look and saw that most of the envoys were
present, as well as the female officials from Lisandra's side. There were easily a dozen or twenty people inside,
arguing. Their voices weren't loud, but slooked solemn, while others were clearly angry. Carissa only
understood a few phrases in Westic, so she couldn't catch the full meaning of the argument, but she very clearly
heard the words "danger" and "very dangerous."
She stopped, trying to listen further, but the maid urged her forward. Carissa and Violet continued toward the
inner chamber, gradually distancing themselves from the main courtyard, where the sounds of the dispute
faded.
They exchanged a look, both of them filled with uncertainty. This didn't seem like a discussion about the
upcoming negotiations. Lisandra wasn't present, and there were guards and maids around. One of them even
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By the light of the passing lanterns, Carissa stole a glance at the maid, who had clearly just been brought out
from the main courtyard. Her expression was one of quiet anxiety.
Carissa thought back to Lisandra's condition. She had heard that Lisandra had been vomiting during the
negotiations earlier today, and wondered if the grand princess’ condition had worsened.
Carissa turned to the maid leading them and asked, "Has Grand Princess Lisandra gotten any better? If not, we
have a physician in the capital named Sebastian who—"
Before Carissa could finish, the maid's eyes brightened. "Sebastian Dalton? The renowned physician? Is he in the
capital?"
"Yes, he's in the capital," Carissa replied, sensing that Lisandra's headache had likely intensified. "Should we
send someone to invite him to check on Grand Princess Lisandra?"
The maid hesitated for a moment before shaking her head. "No need, Your Grace. Her Highness has taken
medicine and is already feeling much better."
"Is she truly feeling better?"
Carissa couldn't help but grow suspicious. Upon mentioning Sebastian, she had seen the maid's eyes light up.
But when she talked about Lisandra feeling better, her gaze seemed to flicker and avoid meeting Carissa's. "Yes,
Your Grace. Please hurry along. | must return to attend to the grand princess," the maid urged.
Carissa had originally only accompanied Violet, so whether she went or stayed didn't matter much. She
motioned for Violet to continue ahead and lingered behind.
She said to the maid, "You're one of Grand Princess Lisandra's personal attendants, right? You've brought
medicine with you on this trip,
haven't you? If you're missing annet
ingredients, you can tell us and we'll send someone to fetch them right away. You can trust us-we want nothing
more than for Her Highness to recover her health."
The maid nodded but didn't speak much further, her expression still wary.
Seeing this, Carissa didn't press her and instead chatted casually, asking, "What's your name? How long have
you been serving Grand Princess Lisandra?"
"My nis Aria," the maid answered. "I've served Her Highness since | was 11. It's been 12 years now."
"I never would've guessed you were 23. | thought you were only 17 or 18. Your nis lovely," Carissa
complimented with a smile.
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"Her Highness chose my name," Aria replied softly.
"| see." Carissa noticed Aria kept glancing toward the inner chamber, as though she were anxious to return.
"Aren't you supposed to be attending to Her Highness? Is she settled?"
"Her Highness... is settled." Aria hesitated before continuing, "Um... You mentioned Mr. Dalton just now, Your
Grace. Is he difficult to call on?"
"It depends on who's calling on him."
Carissa was now more certain than ever that Lisandra's condition hadn't improved. She recalled hearing bits and
pieces of the argument about "danger" and "very dangerous". She wondered if it was referring
Lisandra's condition.
Furrowing her brows, she said seriously, "Aria, tell me. Has Her Highness truly gotten better? Is her condition
dangerous? You're her personal attendant, and you must know that we would never wish her harm." Suddenly,
tears welled up in Aria's almond-shaped eyes.
"Your Grace," she cried, "Her
Highness fainted after having a fit. The royal physician we brought said there may be a tumor in her brain, which
is very dangerous. They're arguing about whether to summon a Starhaven physician to examine her."