Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 992

Chapter 992

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Trevor and Jeremiah stayed at Hell Monarch Estate for dinner. The spread was lavish, with fine wine served alongside it.

Dominic was in high spirits and was drinking freely. The three of them chatted and laughed throughout the meal, mostly reminiscing about old times. They spoke of those who had already passed, even mentioning Matthias Warren.

Jeremiah sighed deeply. “Back then, I used my connections to arrange a marriage between Barrett and Viola, all out of respect for Matthias, I wanted to make sure their family didn’t fall into decline. Who would’ve thought those two would end up as a mismatched pair? As a matchmaker, I’ve truly failed. I regret it.”

“Everyone has their own fate,” Trevor remarked. He then turned to Dominic, adding, “At our age, we can’t be too concerned with the affairs of the younger generation. Let’s focus on taking care of ourselves and enjoying a few more years surrounded by our grandchildren.

Trevor’s words carried deeper meaning. With Salvador still young and finding his footing, it was only natural for him to strategize and shift loyalties–elevating new ministers while quietly sidelining the old. After all, each king needed to build his own court.

Now that Dominic was no longer in command of Victory Pass, living out his days as a retired official didn’t seem so bad.

Trevor. It should be as you

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choice, after all. And, frankly, he was getting old. He could no longer stipport Victory Pass the way he once did. Fortunately, Wyatt was now in

and they were about

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our last parting, old friend. Take care

replied with a respectful nod. Though he had drunk a fair amount, he was not too

Dominic to see the guests off, thanking them as they left. When he turned back, he saw Cindy holding Leona’s hand, reluctant to let go. Leona also bid farewell

longing washed over her, making

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to, you don’t have to. Just leave them aside. When you feel like looking at them, you can. It doesn’t matter. The most important thing

her voice thick

hair at Cindy’s temple. In the blink

saw them off

she had brought several cartloads of gifts. Now, as she left, it was still the same–cart after cart of gifts, all carefully prepared