Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1240

Carissa rode swiftly toward Hell Monarch Estate, her horse's hooves echoing against the cobblestones. As she reached the gates, she dismounted and handed the reins to the stableman, not even slowing her pace as she hurried inside.

"Her Grace has returned!" someone called out.

Violet had probably stationed someone at the gate, ready to report as soon as Carissa arrived.

As she rounded the white partition screen, a flash of red came into view. Just before reaching her, the figure leaped a few steps ahead. Carissa quickly reached out to catch her, and they spun around several times in place as Cynthia's delighted voice rang in her ears.

"You're finally back, my great noble lord, Commander Sinclair!"

Carissa set her down, her hands immediately reaching up to squeeze Cynthia's round, soft cheeks in pure joy. "Thia, you've gained weight!"

Cynthia pushed her away with a playful pout, her lips curving upward. "Couldn't you say something nicer? You see me for the first time in ages, and you go straight for the jugular."

Carissa grinned. "You're not fat, just a bit more... rounded. You're still as beautiful as ever."

"The truly fat one hasn't appeared yet," Cynthia teased, looping her arm through Carissa's as they strolled forward.

Just then, Violet and Bun appeared, leisurely walking toward them. Bun was no longer as plump as before, but he was definitely more solid, giving him a more steady presence. When he saw Carissa, his face lit up with a big smile.

"Cari, what took you so long to get back? Is work really that busy?"

"Bun!" Carissa dragged Cynthia forward and playfully punched him in the chest. She felt the firm muscles under his tunic. "Good lad, are you close to joining the ranks of first-rate martial artists?"

Bun beamed proudly. "I don't know about first- or second-rate, but I've improved a lot. If I spar with you now, I might not lose."

"Oh?" Carissa raised an eyebrow. "We should definitely have a match, then."