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!”

at the words, but Carissa’s smile remained

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her tone soft

instance, 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

cold, sharp light in her

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

with disdain.

How bold of her!

desire to slap Carissa across the face. She wanted to grab Carissa by the hair,

eyes. Turning her head to gaze at the sunlight streaming

needed to be

away and asked, “By the way, you summoned me to the palace, Lady Helen.

her

been a specific matter, Helen would have mentioned it when they first met. It was clear that the intention was

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the conversation had reached this point, and it was awkward to bring

thought it would

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