Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry 848

Chapter 848

The next day, Benjamin went to Arcane Sanctum to pick up Amelia. However, the guards wouldn’t let him inside, so he ended up waiting outside for two hours.

In the back courtyard of Arcane Sanctum, Amelia quietly enjoyed a meal, slowly sipping a cup of coffee. She looked up at Ivy and said, “I haven’t had such a leisurely meal in a long time.”

Ivy replied, “If you want, you can have a leisurely meal tonight, or anytime in the future. No one here will

chase you away.”

Amelia stared at the dark liquid for a while before finally standing up and saying, “I’m going back with him.

Ivy furrowed her brow. “Have you thought this through? You need to be sure. If you go back now, they might not treat you well.”

“I have to return eventually,” Amelia said, her eyes slightly red but still managing a small smile. “Thank you, Ivy.”

“Why are you so polite? He’s waiting outside. Let me prepare some medicine for you to take home. Just wait a moment.”

“No need. I don’t need any medicine. I’m perfectly fine. Amelia walked toward the archway, but turned back to Ivy and flashed a smile. “My full name is Amelia Skye Morgan.”

paused for a moment. “Oh,

is, but no one has called me that in

Doesn’t your husband

on a hint of bitterness. “He used to, but then

What?” Ivy furrowed her brow. “Is that

Ivy. She gazed at her a little longer before adding, “I’m leaving now. Please pass on my thanks to Carissa. I truly appreciate

something was off. “What’s wrong with you? You keep saying thank

risked their life to save me, I have no regrets

brightly before striding

He was speaking to her in low

for a moment before reaching out to help her. As the carriage curtain fell, Amelia let out a soft sigh. In the past, she would sit quietly inside when she rode in a carriage, never lifting the curtain to

of people going about their day. She watched their faces, noting their joy

array of goods, she realized she had never truly

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things were beautifully arranged, and she

the weight of a child on her back, her body slightly hunched over. The woman’s eyes were dull, and her sunken features were dry and chapped. She pushed a cart with great effort,

woman’s sleeve. The skin was stretched tightly over the bone. Amelia instinctively rolled up her sleeve, revealing her similarly gaunt wrist. A sudden urge to laugh flickered through her,

to Valor Estate, Tara was waiting at