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.

this little rabbit figurine. The things you just said happened to me. You know where my brother and my parents

but she quickly wiped them away and took several deep breaths. She could only stare out the

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 missing, your father resigned from his post to search for you for a full decade. He

is still waiting for you in Cloud County. He can no longer move easily or search for you. He simply waits at home just in case you return, so that you would still have

wasn’t sure you were Jaina York before I

down Jaina’s

name “Darin“. He said it was a miracle she had survived, and that she was a precious child that was a

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many questions to ask you. Can we find a place

about Tamara, who was sitting outside the

another floor up here where we can see even further. Would you like to

still managed to ask. “We can still go up? How do we get there?

me, I’ll take

shock. “Doesn’t that sound a little

raised 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 could his wife lack courage?