Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry 586

Chapter 586

Carissa turned her face away, a smile on her lips. It was only natural that she would have asked Sebastian to investigate. After all, men with self–respect weren’t exactly common in this world.

Rafael gritted his teeth. “You actually think I’d have those kinds of diseases? I’ve been on the battlefield all this time! You didn’t really suspect me, did you?”

The soldiers swam back to shore as Carissa reached out to take Violet’s hand, completely ignoring her husband’s testion, Greta noticed Rafael’s. frustration and Carissa’s haste to leave as if the two were in the middle of a

spat.

The journey back to the capital was uneventful after that. By the time they returned, it was almost August.

The Ministry of Protocol had long been aware of their arrival schedule, and news of their return had spread like wildfire across the capital. Filled with the purest of sentiments, the common people were naturally thrilled to see. their heroes return. Crowds filled the streets, all eager for a glimpse.

Before entering the city, Carissa handed her horse to Carmen, instructing her to return it another day.

“Thank you, Lady Sinclair,” Carmen said respectfully. “May I ask where you live?”

“Hell Monarch Estate,” Carissa responded.

Estate? Are

with Greta following suit. But

for formalities. Just bring the horse

glance at Carmen, the prince took his

tug. The two rode off together on

challenge was gaining entry into his estate. To do that, Carmen first had to win over the

blow even more devastating. If the Hell Monarch’s princess consort saw Carmen as a friend, the betrayal from both a friend

city, Greta turned to Carmen and said, “When we return the horse tomorrow, bring a generous gift. We need to start by winning the favor of

let out a small

and Homer helped Lawrence onto a horse, making sure he was seated comfortably. Meanwhile, Violet, Kayla, and Carissa sat inside

the

this arrangement.

and crowd. If anything went wrong, people were positioned

the procession would be a simple formality, but they hadn’t anticipated how

units were stationed on both sides of the road to control the citizens,

in their eyes as they waved to the faces

everything felt worth

sounds of drums and fireworks, smoke billowing around them. He glanced back, trying to catch a glimpse of Joshua and Benson’s faces, but

never ceased, and even the city guards couldn’t hold the citizens back. The people ran alongside, surrounding the procession. Richard