Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 965

Chapter 965

Although it was already late February and the weather had warmed considerably, sitting by the entrance with no shelter still felt a bit chilly.

The small guardhouse at the entrance of Concord Lodge was available for their use. Inside, there was a brazier for heating water. Seeing that Violet wasn’t dressed warmly enough, Carissa led her into the guardhouse to sit and drink coffee.

“You don’t need to stay with me tonight,” Carissa said as she poured the coffee. “I’ll be

fine here.”

Violet blew on the dark liquid’s surface. “It’s no trouble. I’ll stay with you. It’s a good chance to let Claire and the others rest. I’ll keep an eye on things.”

Claire and the others were watching the comings and goings of the Westhaven people, observing where they went and who they interacted with.

Lisandra and the officials didn’t leave Concord Lodge much, but there were plenty of others in the group. With all the information Barrett and Zoey had gathered, if there really was another hidden plan, Yuvan’s people might still try to make contact with Westhaven.

“By the way, I overheard Jacob when I left.” Violet glanced at Carissa. “He said that Prince Rafael plans to visit the Ministry of Justice tomorrow to see Barrett.”

Carissa nodded. “I know.”

“Is it necessary for him to meet Barrett? He should have already said everything he knows.”

“He hasn’t mentioned the route Aurora plans to use when she escapes.”

planned the route, not Yuvan. Asking

he can uncover anything useful. At least

Three days of talks and no mistakes yet. It’s time

Barrett didn’t expect the Hell Monarch to come looking for him personally. When he heard that a Ministry of Justice official, Lonnie,

asked somewhat stiffly, “Why would he be

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just asked me to bring you. You should go quickly.

didn’t know why, but a sense of unease settled in his chest. “Was it just him? Were there any

it was only His Highness,”

nodded absent–mindedly, but didn’t get up. “What about the matter I asked Mr.

sure

didn’t press further. He stood

a deep

steps

Guard commander, he had met Rafael. Even then, he had felt inferior in the latter’s presence. Now,

Rafael would purposely make things difficult for him, but what did it matter? In his position now,

entering the side hall,

in a carved, round–backed chair. His posture was straight, unwavering. For some reason, the sight of the Hell Monarch’s strong and dignified form made Barrett recall a moment from the

like this on a chair. However, she looked far more slender and fragile. The memory stirred something in his heart, a mix of emotions too complex

name.