Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry 742

Chapter 742

Florence’s cold and hollow gaze was fixated intently on Carissa, who returned her stare.

She had seen Florence during her visit to Harmony Palace, where the old woman had worn a stone–blue silk gown. Authority had been etched into every wrinkle of her face, instilling fear in many who crossed her path.

However, Florence was dressed in a wrinkled indigo outfit now, and her hair was a mess. Her eyelids sagged and dark spots marred her once–proud visage, revealing the toll of age and hardship. She looked painfully thin, her frailty accentuated by worry and her refusal to eat, making her appear near skeletal. Though Florence seemed indifferent, caught in a state of waiting for death, the truth was that she was anxious–otherwise, she wouldn’t have aged so dramatically in such a short time.

Matthew had spoken to her, but she hadn’t uttered a word, not even sparing a glance in his direction. Now, when facing Carissa, she spoke first, saying, “Don’t think you’ll hear a single word against the grand princess from me. I advise you not to waste your breath.”

“Kurt said you saved my uncle and his family. If it weren’t for you, they might not be alive. For that alone, I thank you,” Carissa replied.

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of saving them. It was my people who captured them. Whether they lived or died was

of Grand Princess Eleanor’s

pretending. You want me to testify against Grand Princess Eleanor, don’t you? Don’t bother. The grand princess is innocent. She knows nothing of what transpired. Everything was orchestrated by Kurt

Florence with an unfazed

“Anyone has the right to criticize that matter, except

terrible sins did my dad commit that harmed Grand Princess Eleanor and those women? Was he fickle? Did he deceive Grand Princess Eleanor’s feelings? Or did he gather those women for Lord Henry to

all. But do you dare say

to do with it. Even if you want to absolve her, don’t drag my dad into this and tarnish his reputation. As

silent, her hands gripping the edge