Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry 711

Chapter 711

The newcomers reeked of filth. Among them were two who seemed utterly mad. They rushed forward to grab the fresh fruit from the offering table, gnawing at it as if they were starving.

A few others were so weak that they could only lie on the ground. Their faces were pale and drawn, indicating they had been ill for a long time.

Just as the onlookers were trying to comprehend the identities of these unfortunate souls, another group was ushered in.

Even before they entered, the stench hit those already in the room. It was nauseating, the foul odor reminiscent of rotting flesh. Molly covered her nose with a handkerchief and retreated to a corner, trying

to distance herself from the horrid smell.

The high priests opened their eyes. Upon seeing the limping women brought in–missing limbs, battered, and broken–a short prayer slipped from their lips.

The high priests were compassionate and had a high level of spiritual practice. Despite that, the sight of such suffering stirred their anger.

The noble ladies gasped as they witnessed the women being carried in. They instinctively stepped back in

horror.

her handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose, joining the other ladies as they

to get them to

people merely ran away. The smell was overpowering, and the sight was enough to

there a physician in the palace? Where is the household physician?” Nadine called out, grabbing a maid

in the main courtyard and knew nothing

familiar, while some were not. However, all of them were abnormally

plea, the maids instinctively scattered

normally had a flock of attendants fluttering nervously at the slightest injury. They

she couldn’t even prop herself up. As she lay

Youu.

it quick, I beg you! Give me a

creating a sound both terrifying

bent down and grasped the woman’s hand, which was as thin

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woman was overwhelming, even from several feet away. Yet, Irene seemed oblivious to it. With her free hand, she brushed aside the matted hair clinging to the woman’s face, tenderly caressing