Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 911

Chapter 911

Rafael and Carissa were sitting in a private room on the second floor of a tavern not far from the city gates. The room offered the best view in the place. With the windows pushed open, they could see the entire area around the gates.

Since their schedule had always been fixed, Rafael had reserved this room in advance so Carissa would be able to see Dominic from there.

Carissa’s gaze never left his face, her eyes hungry as if she couldn’t get enough of him. She wanted nothing more than to rush down, throw herself into her grandfather’s arms, and cry like she used to when she was little.

She would pour out all the grievances she had been holding inside, and her grandfather would gently pat her head, promising that anyone who dared hurt his little granddaughter would have to answer to him.

But now, all Carissa could do was stand on the second floor, watching as Dominic’s horse was surrounded by the masses, listening to the deafening roars of support. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Her grandfather had aged. Really, truly aged

In the past, even though his hair was graying at the temples, his spirit had been sharp and his will unwavering. When he returned to the capital, he could spar with her dad without even breaking a sweat.

its toll, and while his commanding presence was still strong, the weariness was clear. He had also become much thinner. His once dark and full cheeks now looked hollow, the skin still the

was the mark of old age. Her grandfather had

raised his hand to thank people. Other times, he glanced anxiously at the Crown Guard, worried that they might accidentally hurt someone in the crowd as

nearly an hour before the procession finally reached the area below

pushing through had turned into an unbreakable wall of bodies. At first, there had been some space

were immediately shouted down by others who insisted that causing trouble with the Crown Guard

king would treat the old general fairly, as someone who had guarded the borders for

into a steady roar, with everyone shouting “His Majesty is wise!” and “His Majesty

long enough for those hidden among the crowd to turn the tide, shifting from initial anger and support to overwhelming praise for the

Chapter 911

+25 BONUS

a man dressed as an ordinary civilian, whose voice was the loudest. He led the others, and it wasn’t just his loud voice that mattered. The disguise

recognized them as members of

addition, Travis was originally from the martial world and had a rough, unrefined air about him. Even though he now served as a guard leader in Hell Monarch Estate, his roots still clung to him. With so many people around, it was impossible to identify

“His Majesty is wise” seemed like