Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 1204

As the year drew to a close, the common folk were busy preparing for the New Year, with every household caught up in the bustle.

But where there was activity, there was an opportunity for gossip, and rumors quickly spread. Victoria's commendation of Rosalind had little effect. Instead, some started to whisper that Victoria's personal approval might mean there was more to the story than just Rosalind being taken advantage of. This line of thinking slowly became the dominant one, as if someone were deliberately pushing things in that direction.

Even someone from Hell Monarch Estate stepped forward to speak on the matter. Witnesses who had been present at the academy also spoke up, explaining that Rosalind had been trying to protect the students and had been accidentally touched by the assailant in the process.

But the public wasn't interested in truth or justice. They preferred stories of disgrace, tales that brought the mighty low.

The more illustrious Rosalind's reputation had once been-her celebrated beauty, her impeccable lineage, her unmatched talents-the more vicious the slander against her became.

Old gossip was dredged up from the past, embellished and twisted into new narratives.

Some claimed she was aloof and arrogant, looking down on those who didn't meet her high standards. They even brought up the incident at Eleanor's banquet, claiming that Rosalind had deliberately misidentified a painting. It wasn't by the famed artist Kyle, but she insisted it was. And since Trevor doted on his granddaughter, he followed along with her mistake, claiming the painting was Kyle's.

People familiar with the incident said that Kyle's insignia wasn't even on the painting. Everyone present at the time could barely contain their laughter, but they held back out of respect, choosing not to expose her mistake.

Some claimed that all her poems and artwork were plagiarized, that none of it was really her work. It was all part of Trevor's plan to build her reputation, hoping to marry her off to the most sought-after man in the realm, the Hell Monarch. But in the end, her hopes were shattered-Rafael would rather marry a woman who was once divorced than her.

hoping to marry the Farrell family's eleventh son, Thomas. Luckily, Thomas wasn't fooled. He saw through her

spread everywhere. Even though Rosalind stayed confined to the estate and Trevor had strictly ordered the servants not to

servants from the estate tried to disperse them, one dramatic individual deliberately fell to the ground,

the people away, but they couldn't let

poor health. Now, with all the commotion,

Highstone Estate with his medicine box

He slammed his medicine box

Slap!

knew his own flaw. He had an unrelenting streak of perfectionism, and even in anger, his hand

storyteller's lips split from

repeated strikes, blood trickling

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stained red Though the ring was heavy and solid, the storyteller's teeth remained miraculously intact-a testament to his

the storyteller clutched his mouth, his attempts to cry out stifled

shout, but he stopped to's when he saw it was the renowned physician Sebastian who had struck him. Blood oozed between his fingers, and every effort to speak

But Sebastian opened his medicine chest

who's brave enough to