Chapter 775: G+2 BORUS
Rafael agreed with Carissa's approach. After all, these were innocent people caught in the crossfire. From the moment of their birth, the daughters of Henry's concubines had been destined for exploitation. This alone demonstrated that Eleanor had harbored treasonous thoughts for many years. If Eleanor claimed Rafael was the mastermind behind the rebellion, Salvador wouldn't believe her, nor would the officials or the common people.
"If we're going to protect them, we need to keep a close watch," Rafael said. "Some have spent many years in noble households and know those families' weaknesses. We can't allow them to be exploited again."
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," Carissa replied confidently.
A royal edict was delivered to Ironridge Estate, stripping Jessica of her title, reclaiming her lands, and removing her from the inner court. Jessica was condemned to a life as a commoner, with no possibility of regaining her title. This meant that even if her involvement in any deaths were disproven, Leopold could not request a title for her. If it were discovered that she had committed murder or incited others to do so, she would face legal repercussions.
Derek delivered the edict. Upon arrival and announcement, Jessica flew into a frenzy. She lunged at him, shouting, "You might as well just kill me!"
Margaret didn't immediately cast Jessica out. Instead, she confined Jessica to house arrest pending an internal investigation. But the outcome was predetermined. Given Jessica's near-fatal attack on Leopold, no one in the Marquis of Ironridge's household would tolerate her.
The next day, Carissa arrived at Oakspire Estate with Michael. Norman had previously cursed Carissa, accusing her of disregarding the royal family's dignity by bringing the Capital Guard to Edgeview Estate without evidence. Known for his upright character and explosive temper, even in old age he would roar like a thunderstorm at perceived injustices. He had declared that if Carissa dared bring the Capital Guard to Oakspire Estate, she would be allowed to enter but not to leave. However, after waiting several days and seeing she hadn't appeared, he assumed she was wary and would stay away.
Then, just past seven the next morning, he received word that the commander of the Mystic Army had arrived. He immediately ordered, "Don't let her in."
In his youth, Norman had led troops to the Southern Frontier, hoping to drive out the Sandorinians. He had failed before retirement. His formidable battle record was overshadowed by his repeated defeats at the Southern Frontier, a source of immense embarrassment.
As a fellow military man, he respected Hector, but his grudges were clear-cut: Hector was one thing, Carissa another. Even if Carissa had participated in the Southern Frontier campaigns, he didn't believe a woman possessed such strength. The real hero was Rafael, the Hell Monarch. While admiring Rafael, Norman still differentiated: Rafael was Rafael, Carissa was Carissa. Even as a couple, they couldn't be equated.
The heavy doors remained shut, and Carissa exchanged a glance with Michael. They anticipated this closed-door reception. They knew the Duke of Oakspire's and Quinton families were formidable adversaries, which is why they saved this visit for last.
"We can't get in, and we can't just break down the door," Michael said, troubled. This was a duke's residence. Even on official business, they were merely seeking information and should treat the household with respect. Otherwise, if Norman complained, Salvador would likely appease him at the Capital Guard's expense.
"Let's wait," Carissa said resolutely. "I'll knock occasionally. If the door remains shut after an hour, I'll go in myself."
"That's not advisable. It's too dangerous," Michael protested.
"Dangerous? I'll just get yelled at," Carissa shrugged. "It's no big deal. I have a mouth too. If they yell, I'll yell back. If they hit me, I'll hit back."
Michael smiled wryly. If Carissa fought back and angered Norman, wouldn't that escalate the situation and bring it to Salvador's attention?