Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1197

It was at this moment that Carissa arrived. From outside, she could already tell something was wrong. Some people were stuck outside, unable to get in, but they were busy gossiping and trying to figure out what was going on.

Once inside, Carissa quickly took in the scene, her eyes darting over the group of people and hearing their angry accusations. She understood what had happened at once.

The moment she appeared, the parents surged toward her, asking how they should proceed. Though none dared directly question her, the tone of their words clearly showed their demand for an explanation.

Their words were firm but lacked the earlier harshness.

Carissa's face remained composed, though inside, a storm of anger brewed. She couldn't believe that on the last day before the holiday, something like this had happened.

The academy gates were supposed to be open today to allow the students to take their belongings home. Since most of the students came from noble families, the servants were always under strict orders. There was no reason to expect any trouble.

Yet, the intruders had seized the opportunity. With the gates opening and parents on their way, they slipped in unnoticed, giving them the perfect chance to cause chaos. They managed to force their way in and, at the same time, create a situation where the young women could have been assaulted, igniting the fury of everyone present.

This was a direct attack on Gracewood Women's Academy.

"I will make sure everyone receives a full explanation," Carissa said.

"Your Grace, how will you explain this situation? Who would believe it when we say our daughters were not harmed?" one of the parents demanded.

"That's right! So many men burst in, and there were so many witnesses. Even if nothing happened, it will be said that something did," someone else added.

"Why didn't the academy have more guards in place?" someone else questioned.

Seeing Carissa being cornered, Rosalind wiped her tears and stood up, her voice ringing out. "Please don't worry, everyone. None of the students were harmed. The intruders only managed to grab me. No one else was touched."

Carissa watched Rosalind with a heavy heart. If only she had arrived sooner, maybe this would never have happened.

Claire was filled with guilt. She had been in the restroom. Had she been present, she could have intercepted the intruders the moment they charged in. She could have driven them into a corner, forced them to the ground, or expelled them from the premises through the back doors.

Carissa turned to Claire and said, "Bring me a basin of cold water."

It didn't take long for Carissa to notice the peculiar red in the man's eyes—something had been done to him. It was clear now that he had been drugged, making him fearless in his brazen actions.

A basin of cold water was soon brought, and Carissa poured it over the man. His body shook violently, curling inward as he tried to regain control. His eyes, though glazed with confusion, were still hungrily scanning the young women around him, his gaze fixed on their faces and chests.

He appeared to be in his forties, his face rough and sunburned, with stubble lining his chin. His clothes were simple, nothing remarkable about them, and his complexion was raw from exposure to the elements. Though not tall, he was stocky, the build of a laborer accustomed to hard work.