Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry 672

Chapter 672

Darin had been abducted. But before that, she had parents and a brother. They had all doted on her. She had been mischievous, but her family had always indulged her. This rabbit figurine hadn’t been made by Violet’s brother.

It had been made by Darin’s own brother.

Yet, so many things had slipped from her memory. She couldn’t remember what her parents or brother looked like. Yes, she had grandparents too–both of whom loved her dearly. She could almost hear the gentle, loving voice from her memories.

“Oh, my little darling, when will you grow up? When will you learn to be more sensible?”

Violet quietly stood beside her, gazing at the beautiful scenery of the southern river port, and remarked softly, “What a lovely river view.”

The mention of the river felt like lightning striking Darin’s mind.

“River York! You spoil her so much that she thinks she can get away with anything. What will people say in the future?”

“River, come here quickly! Jaina has fallen and hurt her leg!”

Darin’s chest heaved with agitation. It was a cold day, yet she was drenched in sweat, the moisture trickling down her forehead.

barely above a whisper. “My father’s name is River York. My brother made this little rabbit figurine. The things you just said happened to me. You know

could only stare out the window. She

He currently works at Hell Monarch Estate as the head archivist. He entered the Hell Monarch’s service in hopes of using his powers and connections to find you. After you went

for you in Cloud County. He can no longer move easily or search for you. He simply waits at

and grandfather, Jacob brought them’to the capital because of their poor health. I wasn’t sure you were Jaina York before

down

and that she was a precious

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her a name that meant

could you do me a favor? I have so many questions to ask you. Can we find a place to

Tamara, who was sitting outside

here where we can see even further. Would you

choked with emotion, she still managed to ask. “We can still go up? How do we get

trust me, I’ll take

“Doesn’t that sound a little

her chin, exuding a haughty air reminiscent of a little sister being particularly sharp–tongued.” You’re going to marry my godbrother. He’s a warrior. How