Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 215

Chapter 215

Helen gazed at Carissa’s stunningly beautiful face, and then at her slender figure. It was hard to believe that someone who looked so delicate could possibly be as ruthless as Rafael described–someone who could cut a person into three pieces.

Recalling Carissa’s actions and words at Eleanor’s birthday banquet, Helen asked, “You offended Grand Princess Eleanor that day. Aren’t you afraid of her retaliation?”

Carissa remained unperturbed. “Her bark is worse than her bite. Why should I fear her?”

Helen’s voice turned cold. “You’re too young to understand her

methods. She has many ways of getting back at people. Such people often strike you from behind. You’ll find yourself in trouble.”

“If she tries to come at us from behind, we’ll respond openly and twice as hard. We conduct ourselves with integrity–we’re upright and unashamed of our actions. We’re not afraid of her, whether she comes openly or covertly. It’s the things she does secretly that we should be wary of. Once we have a handle on a person’s weakness, it’s easier to deal with them.”

As Carissa spoke, she crushed a cup in her hand. Then, she nonchalantly placed the shattered pieces on the table.

Seeing this, Helen involuntarily straightened up. But then she quickly relaxed her posture, realizing it was a gesture of weakness.

With a casual flick, Carissa brushed a small piece of the broken cup off her intricately embroidered skirt and said, “At the Pathfinders Guild, we have rules. If someone doesn’t offend me, I won’t offend them. But if someone dares to offend me, we eliminate them at the root!”

words, but Carissa’s smile remained gentle

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her tone soft

today, you invited me to speak with me and treated me with reason. If you had truly been harsh–like leaving me under the blazing sun, making me walk in circles, or slapping me–I could endure it the first time, but

cold, sharp light

remarks were laced with threats, and the way she spoke made it clear she remembered

with disdain.

How bold of her!

the hair, drag her out, and trample her! She wanted to

myriad emotions flickering in Helen’s eyes. Turning her head to gaze at the sunlight streaming through the hall, she

old woman needed to be intimidated, or she might cause

moment, Carissa turned away and asked, “By the way, you summoned me to the

rolled her

have mentioned it when they first met. It was clear that the intention was to

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conversation had reached this point, and it was

I thought it would be nice to have

keep you company. If you’re still