Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 327

Chapter 327

With the dowry already dispatched, it would be less than half an hour before Carissa was to be married.

Rafael had previously promised to personally come for the bride, so Carissa’s tear- streaked makeup would once again need to be attended to by the staff from Elegance Atelier.

Yet Carissa couldn’t stop crying. She pounded on Adrian’s chest, then struck Kyle’s arm, and finally clung to Winona.

“Winona, I thought all of you wouldn’t come. I was so distressed. I thought all of you didn’t want me anymore.

Winona’s smile was tinged with sadness as she gently wiped Carissa’s tears. Her eyes betrayed the weariness and sorrow she felt.

Oh, the younger woman she saw as a younger sister had endured so much suffering and hardship.

She felt her heart ache. After wiping Carissa’s tears, she said gently, “Let’s stop those tears, okay? Today’s supposed to be the happiest day of your life, so you need to look the most beautiful. How can you be crying?”

Winona was tall and graceful, and she appeared like a refined young lady at first glance. Few knew of her remarkable Lightfoot Skill, or how adept she was at hiding and disguising herself.

scout in the martial world and, in addition to being the second apprentice of the Pathfinders Guild, she was also the head of Skywing Spire. Although she had entrusted the day–to–day management of Skywing Spire to

trousseau.

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and not the usual shabby attire of the wandering heroes, surprised them. To those who didn’t know better, it might have seemed like a gathering of

but she could only stand by and wait until Carissa had finished her emotional farewells

had just managed to dry her tears when she

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I can’t stop the tears. Please don’t punish me.”

a figure everyone feared. Even Adrian, upon encountering

rule was broken, there was no room for

Everett as the enforcer of the guild’s regulations. He regretted it day and night, realizing that while

severe rule was that no one, not even himself, could leave the

punish her with his sternness. But when she peeked

“Sage Everett, why are you wearing brocade today? I thought you disliked such

an extra layer of clothing. relying on his profound inner force to endure the cold. He had little interest in mingling with the powerful