Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 915

Chapter 915

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Kevin immediately knelt and hurriedly said, “Dad, don’t worry. This is a once–in–a–lifetime opportunity, I’ll make sure to learn well from my mentor. I won’t slack off or be lazy. As for anything I shouldn’t do, I promise!

won’t do it.”

He had attended Violet’s large lectures twice before, but had missed the others due to his duty shifts. Violet didn’t teach him one–on–one whenever he was free, which left him feeling quite despondent.

When he returned home, he had told his parents several times that if he could be personally taught by Violet, it would be a dream come true.

To his surprise, after all the bad luck he had suffered during the Victory Pass campaign, he now had such good fortune. He knew his actions weren’t exactly noble, but he also understood that if he let this opportunity slip through his fingers, he would never get another.

The Crown Guard, soon to be the Nightsteel Guard, would soon separate from the Mystic Army, and Violet was only teaching the Mystic Army troops in consideration for Carissa. After the Nightsteel Guard became independent, things might remain the same way. Even if the king allowed Violet to continue training them, Keyin would probably still miss the classes like he had before.

Kevin’s wife, Odette, who had been kneeling alongside him, also stood as part of the ceremony. If her husband was to be accepted as an apprentice, it was only right that she also kneel and show her respect.

After Violet drank the wine as part of the apprenticeship ritual, she gave Odette a bracelet as a gift. Odette recognized the value of the bracelet and immediately tried to refuse, saying it was far too precious to accept.

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for a moment, then glanced at

you have the time,

Odette said, taking the bracelet with a grateful smile. “Thank you, Sage

the apprenticeship ceremony, Kevin urged them to leave

stay behind. He excused himself, bowing respectfully to both Rafael and Carissa before

personally saw them

knelt again. “I was wrong, Sage Violet. Please punish me.” Though Violet was still new to being a master herself, she did feel a flare of anger

Everett would always ask one cold,

and asked the same question “You know you’re wrong? What

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simple, yet they held a quiet

Dylan’s words to threaten you and force you to take me as an

good that you’re aware. Go and kneel outside for two hours!”

cup and set it back down with a sharp thud–an action that felt eerily

Violet!”

stood up and headed straight to the outer courtyard, where he dropped to