Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 1360

The black-clad assailants' Lightfoot Skills were extraordinary, and they scattered in all directions. Adrian could have pursued one of them, but catching all of them was impossible.

However, he chose not to pursue anyone at all. Emerging from the shadows, his hand darted out and grabbed Carissa by the ear, twisting it until she yelped in pain.

"So bold of you, wasn't it? To engage without proper defenses? Do you think you're invincible? Haven't you heard the saying that there's always someone stronger out there?"

Carissa shrieked and flailed in protest as the lamps were lit by Jacob, illuminating the courtyard and revealing the bloodstains on everyone's bodies.

Only then did Adrian notice the wounds on Carissa. Yet instead of softening, his grip on her ear tightened, and he hissed, "You couldn't guess what Nicholas was planning? And you didn't think to write for reinforcements from Meadow Ridge? Are you so arrogant now that you've forgotten basic caution? Just wait until your martial uncle arrives—you'll regret it!"

It was the first time Adrian had ever been so furious with Carissa. No matter how much trouble she caused when she was younger, he would always bow, offer gifts, and apologize on her behalf.

Now, it was Carissa's turn to bow and beg for forgiveness.

"I know I was wrong! I know I was wrong! Please forgive me, Sage Adrian!"

Adrian kicked her on a spot with no blood—right on the knee. He didn't use much force, but to Kyle and the others, it looked harsh.

None of them dared to speak up. It was Jacob who finally stepped forward, bowing as he tried to mediate.

"Sage Adrian, perhaps we should tend to their injuries first? There will be time to reprimand her later."

Seeing the injuries on Carissa and Kyle, Adrian's heart softened, and he set aside his anger. "Go treat your injuries! Don't tell me the Capital Guard headquarters doesn't even have basic medical supplies stocked."

"We do! We do!" Carissa hurried to assure him, her eyes still shimmering with a wet, puppy-like gaze. She had clearly missed her mentor dearly.

The group dispersed to tend to their injuries. As Violet helped Carissa wrap her wounds, she whispered, "I've never seen your mentor scold you like that before."

Carissa stretched out her arm to reveal two sword cuts. Thankfully, neither had reached the bone. She smiled and said, "He's only strict because he cares about me."

Violet tightened a bandage. "If my mentor cared about me like that, I'd cry."

Once Violet had finished with Carissa's bandages, it was Carissa's turn to help Violet. The latter had taken a sword to her shoulder and a shallow cut to her waist, but the most serious injury was to her calf. Fortunately, her soft armor had shielded her torso from any deadly blows.

"How'd you end up with a cut on your calf?" Carissa asked.

"I kicked one of those thugs away, but I wasn't expecting another one to swing at me. I couldn't dodge in time, so I got nicked. It's just a flesh wound, nothing serious," Violet explained.