When Rafael returned from work, Carissa updated him on the matter.


    After removing his cloak and handing it to a servant, Rafael sat down and sipped on a cup of coffee. After a moment of contemtion, he said, "Logan is a typical wealthy young man-fond of pleasure and indulgence. He and Kiera do seem to share...simr interests."


    "In a few days, I expect the Quinton family wille to finalize the betrothal. My suggestion is to follow the usual marriage customs. I''ve spoken with Kiera, and she enjoys these traditional ceremonies," said Carissa.


    "Have her marriage arranged ording to her preferences. I''m her brother. I''ve faced countless dangers on the battlefield, and it''s all been to ensure that she and my mother can live freely as they please." He took Carissa''s hand and guided her to sit beside him, his eyes gentle.


    "Originally, I wanted to say that to you, but it seems I don''t really have the right to. Your father''s and brothers'' military achievements, and your own, should be more than enough to secure afortable life for you."


    Carissa smiled. "The words you speak bring me happiness."


    His eyes shifted with emotion. "Really? Then, let me be honest with you. When I first went to the Southern Frontier, my sole intention was to reim the region and then return to marry you."


    He gently pulled her onto hisp. Seeing this, the servants immediately took their leave.


    Carissa rested her head on his shoulder. "You''ve achieved your wish."


    "And you?" His voice carried a hint of anxiety. "By marrying me, have you fulfilled your wish?"


    Carissa smiled, pressing her chin slightly against his shoulder. "Yes, and I''m happy."


    His grip tightened around her, making it almost difficult for her to breathe. "Carissa, with this, I have nothing else I wish for."


    Carissa stayed in his embrace for a while before gently pushing him away. "How is the establishment of the household soldiers progressing? You mentioned it earlier, right?"


    "It has already begun. Haven''t you


    heard from Rod? Originally, over a hundred of my own guards apanied me in the campaign. Now, I need to transfer them back from the Hell Monarch Army still


    need to discuss this matter with the


    king and General Prince.


    "I see. I noticed that the vacantnd in the estate is being developed, but I haven''t seen any household soldiers stationed yet, so I was asking."


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    matters. If


    you


    want to manage the


    household affairs, feel free to do so. If not, Luke is handling things well Jacob has been apanying me to the Supreme Court recent so he hasn''t had much time to attend to the estate."


    "I''m only taking a brief break myself. It''s umon for ady of the estate to be idle. I''ll be taking over responsibilities from Luke in a few days," Carissa replied.


    "Alright. Most of the staff in the


    estate are new, with someing from the pce with me. Although they''re young, they are considered long-time members of the


    household. Luke also apanied me from the pce and has with me for many years, so he is absolutely trustworthy. You can manage the rest as you see fit.


    "As for my mother, she has always liked to sleep in. Don''t go to her too early to greet her. You should sleep in a little yourself."


    Carissa smiled. "I''ve already greeted her and paid my respects once since we got married. After that, she has beening to have breakfast with me. You leave early, so you might not know about that." Rafael was quite surprised. "Really?"


    He knew that his mother and Carissa had a good rtionship now, but he hadn''t expected it to have progressed to the point where Carissa didn''t need to formally greet her, and that Helen even came to seek her out personally.


    He couldn''t help but smile. "The peaceful interactions between you two is something I hadn''t anticipated."


    "I didn''t expect it either," Carissa said with augh.


    Since Rafael had returned early today, he nned to have a meal with everyone. However, upon hearing of this, Helen imed she wasn''t feeling well and requested that her meal be brought to her room. Rafael thought she might truly be unwell and was about to visit her when Carissa stopped him.


    "She''s not unwell. It''s just that you''ve been leaving early and returningte recently, giving her fewer greetings and talking to her less. Now that you suddenly want to have a meal together, she might think you want to criticize her about something."


    Rafael was astonished. "Why would she think that? When have I ever spoken ill of her? She''s my mother-what right do I have to criticize her?"