Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1159

Isaac and Violet walked side by side along the wide street, leading their horses. The night breeze was gentle, clearing away the last remnants of the alcohol from the evening.

"I was impulsive tonight," Violet admitted with a hint of regret. "I shouldn't have dragged you there."

"It's fine," Isaac replied.

"What's going through your mind? Are you planning to acknowledge them?"

"No." Isaac smiled, his expression becoming noticeably more relaxed. "She invited me and Madam Zoey inside, and talked for a long time. But not once did she ask me how I've been these years. Not once did she ask how I was after being taken away. She was just explaining and trying to clear her name."

"Is that so?"

Isaac ran a hand through his slightly disheveled hair, his carefree demeanor returning.

"I remember my first time leaving the mountain. I was away for a month, and when I came back, Sage Adrian and Sage Everett surrounded me. They asked me a lot of stuff—what I ate, who I met, what inns I stayed at, whether I got into any fights, if anyone tricked me out of money, what sights I saw, among other things."

"My mentor's the same," Violet nodded in agreement. "That's normal."

"Exactly," Isaac chuckled. "I've been surrounded by love since I was a child. I've always had a family."

Violet was unsure of how Isaac truly felt, but he seemed alright. "So, you've made peace with it?"

Isaac nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Made peace? Yeah, I guess. It's not all good, but it's not all bad either. No need for reconciliation, but there's no reason for hatred either."

Perhaps Isaac should be moved by the fact that Evelyn had avenged his death by killing David, but he couldn't bring himself to.

He didn't have children, but if he did and their lives were on the line, he would do anything to protect them. Even if it meant sending them far away to some place where so-called priests could offer their protection, he would go with them. And if he couldn't, he would make sure someone trustworthy went in his place.

Yet, Evelyn hadn't done any of that.

Maybe it was because he had seen too much, but Isaac finally saw through it all. When Caspian had held him, he had felt moved. But after hearing Evelyn's story, everything became clear.

Evelyn's maternal love, he realized, had always been for her comfort. It had never been about truly guiding or protecting her child.

In her account, she mentioned how David sought out medical help for him, so she knew about the changing of his medicine.

Did she never question it? Constantly changing his medicine—how could that be reasonable?

She was the one taking care of him. How could she not see?