Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

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Chapter 741 +25 BONUS Florence, who was advanced in age, was kept in a small and relatively clean cell. She was also separated from the other Harmony Palace servants. Since being taken to the SuprCourt, she hadn't eaten or drank anything, nor had she spoken a word.

Matthew had personally questioned her and urged her to eat, but she just lay in her cell, appearing resigned to death, Rafael was well aware that Florence wouldn't speak ill of Eleanor. After all, she had raised the grand princess, and their bond had long since transcended that of a mere servant and her mistress. Over the years, while people cand went from Eleanor's side, Florence had remained steadfastly loyal.

As a result, she was privy to all of Eleanor's secrets-many of which were quite sordid.

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"Matthew interrogated Kurt today. We learned that Aunt Eleanor initially ordered that your uncle's face be ruined and his entire family be killed. It was Florence who intervened and told Kurt not to carry out the order. Otherwise, your uncle and his family would have already been sent to their graves, Rafael revealed.

"Grand Princess Eleanor's truly deranged! She'll go to any lengths to drag anyone who looks like my mother back to be a concubine for Henry and bear his children. As for anyone who looks like my father, she wants to ruin their faces and murder their whole family! Is she out of her mind?" Carissa snapped, her anger flaring.

"So, o only Florence knows how many people Aunt Eleanor has harmed. She isn't just involved in treasonous plots. There are blood debts to consider as well. His Majesty might not care about the latter, but whether it's the living or the dead victims, they all deserve justice," said Rafael.

Carissa nodded in agreement.

While treason was a heinous crime, every life destroyed by Eleanor was unique and irreplaceable.

"I need to talk to her." "I'll have someone bring her to an interrogation room." "Don't bring any torture devices." Rafael chuckled. "We don't have any torture devices in the interrogation rooms. There's a designated room for that. If we need the devices, we either take the person to that specific room or bring the tools to them. So far, we haven't used any torture methods in our interrogations. Con, I'll take you there." The architecture of the SuprCourt building, which covered a large area, was grand and imposing. The prison cells were located in the rear left section of the building, with one having to take several detours to reach it.

In the back area, there weren't many trees-just a few short ones scattered here and there. Now, most of their leaves had fallen, leaving the branches mostly bare. The interrogation rooms were toward the rear right, a row of about seven or eight small huts. Rafael opened one of them and instructed someone to bring Florence there.

The interrogation room's small inner space was separated by a partition screen. During interrogations, someone could sit behind the screen and listen, hearing everything-even the faintest sigh.

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Chapter 741 +25 BONUS

The interrogation area allowed enough light for those behind the partition screen to see theexpressions and movements of the person being questioned. However, without a light behind the screen, the interrogated individual wouldn't be able to see who was behind the partition screen. Carissa sat with her back to the screen and examined the interrogation room.

Aside from two tables and three chairs, there were no torture devices in sight. In front of her stood a desk on each side, lit by two lamps, or with a third positioned for the clerk. However, the clerk wouldn't sit there today, and would instead record Florence's testimony from behind the partition screen, sitting with Rafael. The setup would create an illusion for Florence, making her believe she was alone with Carissa without any onlookers.

When Florence was brought in, she could barely walk, weak from not eating or drinking. She had to be supported by two men as they brought her inside.

Carissa looked at Florence's sunken cheeks and chapped, peeling lips. The old woman's eyes were devoid of life, and she radiated an air of desolation. She could barely sit upright, but as soon as she recognized Carissa, she placed her trembling hands on the table and struggled to straighten herself.

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