Her Graceful War Song novel Chapter 948

Leroy snapped back to reality and bolted down the stairs in a frenzy.

Several guards in uniform stood by the counter in the lobby on the first floor, speaking with the messenger who had come to report.

Leroy's heart skipped a beat. When he had arrived, there had only been the shopkeeper and a waiter—no guards. When had they arrived?

The messenger was none other than Michael, accompanied by three others. Upon seeing Leroy, his face twisted with fury.

"Mr. Stellwyn, what is the meaning of this?! Did you try to assassinate Commander Sinclair?" he snarled.

Leroy glanced around; not seeing Carissa, a surge of anger flared across his face. "Impossible! Don't slander us with baseless accusations!"

Icarus couldn't have failed! The plan had been carefully set—his group of over ten against only three people. There was no way it could have failed. And with Icarus' skill, even if they were prepared for him, they could only have prevented the mission from succeeding. They couldn't possibly have captured him.

It had to be a setup. Carissa had been taken, and now, they were trying to frame Westhaven. This was clearly a trap to get Leroy to slip up!

Fury built in him as he turned sharply to Rafael. His voice was cold and seething, snapping, "Hell Monarch, what's the meaning of this? Are you staging an act to frame us? Trying to gain leverage at tomorrow's negotiations? Don't be so despicable!"

However, Rafael ignored him and turned to Michael. "You said Carissa was injured. Is it serious?"

"It's not too bad, just a wound to her arm. She's already at Arcane Sanctum for treatment. Afterward, she'll go to the Supreme Court," Michael replied.

Rafael's eyes softened with a brief flash of concern. How did she end up injured?

However, he quickly regained his composure and asked, "Are you certain the assassin is Icarus Mendez from Westhaven?"

"Yes, it's him, along with a dozen or so other men in black. Commander Sinclair killed several, and the rest were brought to the Supreme Court. They tried to commit suicide with poison, but Commander Sinclair managed to extract the poison from their mouths."

"Impossible! If you keep making baseless claims, there won't be a need for negotiations tomorrow!" Leroy snapped.

A chill settled over Rafael's expression, his tone icy as he said, "Why are you so anxious, Mr. Stellwyn? Why not go to the Supreme Court and see for yourself?"

But if they went to Arcane Sanctum, it would be impossible to see Carissa there. Wouldn't that reveal their deception?

Leroy's gaze shifted to the Hell Monarch, who was riding ahead with a straight back and holding the reins firmly. Leroy tightened his grip on his reins, his fingers trembling slightly. Something about the situation tonight was off, though he couldn't pinpoint exactly what was wrong.

Their plan to abduct Carissa was a well-kept secret. While it wasn't perfectly planned, Leroy had trusted Icarus to carry it out carefully. The operation wasn't hasty by any means.

If they had to decide which part of the plan was easier, it would have been deceiving the Hell Monarch, who was the lead negotiator for tomorrow's talks. So, it was only natural for him to want to assess the situation before the negotiations.

Icarus and his suicide soldiers couldn't possibly have lost to Carissa and two mere servants! That was, unless someone had tipped them off and allowed them to prepare an ambush ahead of time.

Yet, this operation had been kept so secret that Icarus had only learned of it during the palace banquet. After receiving the order, he hadn't left Leroy's sight. Plus, Icarus would never have exposed himself unless he was completely desperate.

Suddenly, it struck Leroy—if this operation had indeed failed, the only person who could have betrayed them was Harvey. Was he pretending to ally with Westhaven to get close to them?

Leroy's mind raced with uncertainty, but he refused to believe the mission had failed until he saw Carissa for himself.