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.”

for a moment. “Oh, Skye

has called me that in a long

your husband call

bitterness. “He used to, but then he started calling

What?” Ivy furrowed her brow. “Is that really how he calls you?”

a little longer before adding, “I’m leaving

sensed something was off. “What’s wrong with you? You

their life to save me, I have no

brightly before

to see her already standing beside Benjamin. He was speaking to her in low tones, and she nodded before stepping into the

out a soft sigh. In the past, she would sit quietly

She felt curious and pulled back the curtain, taking in the bustling crowds of people going about their day. She watched their faces, noting their joy and sorrow,

displaying a dazzling array of goods, she realized she had

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before. So many things were beautifully arranged, and she found herself captivated

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,

sight of a bony wrist peeking from the 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, but

Estate, Tara was waiting