Warrior's Serenade

Chapter 1228

The Capital Guard headquarters' prison was as sparse as they came, and they didn't usually imprison people

there. It wasn't that they didn't arrest anyone. Minor offenders were usually fined or given a few lashes, while

those committing serious crimes were sent to the authorities to face proper sentencing. "Your Majesty, if there

are court officials present, should they also be detained?" Carissa asked. Salvador's expression darkened.

"Naturally, they are to be detained as well."

Carissa understood that Salvador intended to teach these officials a lesson, though not publicly-he didn't want

word of their indiscretions spreading to the authorities. Locking them up in the Capital Guard headquarter's

prison was meant to serve as a discreet warning while protecting their reputations. More importantly, the raid's

true objective was to capture the Sandorian spies and subject them to a rigorous interrogation.

"And make sure no one warns them in advance," Salvador added.

It was tto discipline a few people and restore proper order.

"Yes, Your Majesty," Carissa replied respectfully.

As she left to carry out the orders, her thoughts turned to Gerald.

Truth be told, Gerald had reprimanded her not long ago, and she was still annoyed by it. Yet, she couldn't

overlook the fact that he was Sigmund's tutor at one point and carried the distinguished title of a royal tutor. If

the old man got caught in such a place and thrown into the Capital Guard headquarters prison, he would likely

die of shame.

His embarrassment was one thing, but it was Sigmund's reputation that was truly on the line. Fortunately, ever

since surveillance began late last year, Gerald hadn't visited often. If memory served correctly, he had gone

three days ago, which meant he likely wouldn't return in the next couple of days. She decided to proceed with

the raid that very evening. As for the Marquis of Glandale, Salvador hadn't given explicit instructions to

apprehend him, so it was clear he intended to handle the matter personally. That was out of her hands.

Carissa returned to the Capital Guard Headquarters to mobilize the troops.

The locations of the five gentlemen's retreats had already been thoroughly investigated. Each establishment

employed around ten enforcers and housed over twenty courtesans. The 15 Sandorian spies were scattered

across the five retreats.

While their exact martial prowess remained uncertain, their light, nimble footsteps suggested they were well-

trained in Lightfoot Skill.

Violet had been training the Capital Guard and Garrison Unit for quite stnow. After those intensive

lessons, their skills improved considerably. As for Max and Michael, their martial prowess had surged ahead as

well.

Still, Carissa decided to be cautious. She called for Violet, Claire, and Mabel to join her, to prevent the spies from

using their Lightfoot Skill to flee. A citywide search would cause too much commotion.

They had more than enough hands

for the job. Each team was assigned 50 men, with Claire and Mabel leading their respective squads, while

Garissa and Violet took command of the one heading to the retreat on the northern side of the city.

This particular gentlemen's retreat had the best business and was Gerald's frequent destination. It also housed a

larger number of Sandorian spies-four of them. It was essential to capture them all in one swoop.

Carissa was dressed in her official attire, while Violet was disguised in men's clothing. They led the charge with

50 capital guards at their back, bursting through the door with a loud crash.

The enforcers inside barely had tto react. One of them, clearly startled, stepped forward and roared, "Who

dares to barge here? You think this is your playground?"

Before he could finish, Violet was already on him. A few quick punches left him and his buddies sprawled on the

floor, their teeth scattered on the ground.

The place immediately descended into chaos. Carissa left 20 guards to secure the three exits while she led the

rest inside. As they moved further in, a figure caught her eye.

Her heart skipped a beat. She recognized him-the man Gerald always brought with him, who remained outside

while Gerald entertained himself.

The man looked to be in his forties, with a sharp, almost delicate appearance. Though unarmed, a long whip

hung from his waist.

When Carissa and her group stormed in, he instinctively turned to retreat deeper into the building. Carissa

quickly stepped forward, grabbing his shoulder and yanking him back.

To her surprise, he broke free and spun around, pulling out the whip and striking at her without hesitation. After

just a few moves, the man was subdued, tied up with rope, and tossed toward the entrance, where the guards

from the Capital Guard took over.

The rest of the people tried to flee in panic, but the area was already tightly secured. Every exit was guarded,

making escape impossible.

The Sandorian spies, however, were

determined to fight. They were

skilled and vicious, but compared to someone like Michael, they fell short. Naturally, they were no match for

Carissa and Violet, who quickly took them down without much trouble.

As for the guests and courtesans enjoying themselves, they were all rounded up as well. Among them were a

few officials who wished they could hide their faces behind their sleeves. They recognized Carissa, and at that

moment, they felt like dying would be less humiliating.

Carissa pushed open the door to a private room on the second floor. Behind the screen, she found Gerald and

two courtesans trying to hide.

She didn't let anyone else enter the room, instead saying coldly, "Should I call people in to drag you out, or will

you cout on your own?"

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