Chapter 1201

As Carissa rode back to Hell Monarch Estate, the townsfolk's murmurs reached her ears. Small groups gathered on street corners and in the marketplace, their conversations buzzing with the shocking events at Gracewood Women's Academy. The academy and Skye Embroidery had already attracted public attention, some admiring, some critical. But the scandal's magnitude had the entire city in an uproar.

At the center of it all was Rosalind, the royal chancellor's granddaughter. The jewel of high society, a young woman of impeccable lineage—dishonored by a brutish laborer. Who would marry her now?

"She was foolish," someone whispered. "She could have lived out her days as a sheltered noblewoman, but she chose to teach. Well, look where that got her! Her reputation is ruined forever."

Carissa deliberately slowed her horse, listening intently, desperately hoping for someone to acknowledge Rosalind's bravery, to speak of how she had shielded her students. But no such words came. Not a single voice praised her courage or sacrifice. Carissa's heart sank.

She had faced trials since becoming the Mystic Army commander, including assassination attempts. Not every mission had been perfect, and even Skye Embroidery had its challenges. Yet, nothing had discouraged her. She believed much could be accomplished slowly, with diligent effort. But this was different. This time, her spirit felt crushed. This disaster shouldn't have happened.

Carissa had always been cautious. Why hadn't she been more alert? Had Rafael's departure and the pain of parting clouded her judgment? Had her emotions overwhelmed her, hindering her ability to anticipate dangers? Or, even if she had foreseen them, had she failed to take adequate precautions? She felt an overwhelming sense of self-blame.

After returning to the estate, Carissa sat alone in the conference hall for a long time before Jacob rushed in. He had gone to the Royal Citadel to inquire after hearing of the matter and hadn't expected Carissa's swift return. He found her sitting silently. He had never seen her so dejected; slumped in her chair, legs crossed, back hunched.

Jacob quickly stepped forward. "Your Grace, what matters now is finding the mastermind. You mustn't let this bring you down or blame yourself excessively."

Carissa rubbed her face. "Jacob, I'm fine. Don't worry. I just need a moment."

With that, she planted her feet firmly, straightened her back, and her tone became businesslike. "Now, let's think this through. Who could be behind this?"

Jacob frowned. "The tactics are vile—despicable. And the murder cover-up? I can't immediately think of anyone resorting to such extremes."

"I agree," Carissa said. "The methods are far too brutal. If this were about the workshop, I could list many with a motive. While the workshop is largely accepted, many secretly dislike it, seeing it as a challenge to tradition. But the academy?" She shook her head.

"Gracewood Women's Academy was founded under the Queen Dowager's directive; many noble families and officials have sent their daughters there. Yes, Ms. Quinton was expelled, but could it be them? Their family head isn't foolish enough to antagonize so many influential households."

"If it was Madam Vera, scheming this far to set someone up and silence them, she would need help from capable people within the household. But the Quinton family's fourth branch lacks such individuals."

Jacob admired Carissa's sharp mind. Even in turmoil, she saw the issue clearly.

"Indeed, the Quinton family's involvement is unlikely. They've established new family rules and are acting discreetly, quietly gathering influence to support the eldest prince. They would never do something to offend so many noble families and officials. There's no such thing as a perfect crime. If discovered, their powerful position would crumble."

Carissa curled her legs, her expression slightly dazed. "To be honest, I thought the Quinton family's fourth branch might seek revenge, but I expected petty trouble—perhaps Ms. Quinton hiring people to insult us. I never imagined it would escalate this seriously."

"Indeed, most wouldn't dare touch the academy," Jacob replied.