Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 1033

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Carissa hopped down from the railing outside the pavilion, plucked a rose, and bit it between her teeth. She flipped over three more times, then nimbly swung herself back u landing lightly beside Violet. She stretched out her arms and faced her friend, offering the rose in her mouth with a smile. Though there were tiny beads of sweat dotting her forehead, her bright eyes twinkled.

Violet snatched the flower from her, glaring at her in mock anger. “Seriously? You’re the Hell Monarch’s princess consort and you’re flipping around like that? Isn’t that embarrassing? Do you have no shame?”

“What could I do? I offended you, Ms. Spencer.” Carissa’s cheeks turned pink as she laughed brightly. “Have you forgiven me yet?”

Violet sighed. “I wasn’t really angry with you to begin with. Come on, let’s head to the workshop and find Jessica.”

She pinched Carissa’s arm and shot Travis a glare. “Still laughing? You’re going to dislocate your jaw.”

Travis couldn’t stop laughing, tears welling up in his eyes. “You guys are killing me. You looked like a monkey.”

Carissa and Violet ignored him and stepped out of the pavilion.

As they walked, Violet kicked Carissa in the rear and muttered, “You idiot.”

Carissa glanced back, sticking her tongue out. “Who told you to fall for it?”

Violet chuckled, but as she laughed, she remembered Travis‘ words. A pang of sadness shot through her chest and her eyes welled with tears.

That idiot… it had been so long since Carissa had goofed off with them.

entered the workshop through the back door, as the front was still swarmed with a dozen or so locals shouting and causing a ruckus–throwing rocks, splashing dirty water, and tossing old shoes at the

sent by Hannah, if he had

switch shifts every couple of hours. Some are just townspeople, but others are clearly here just to stir

place ever since the unrest started, to make sure

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something was

out. The past couple of days, she hasn’t even been doing any cleaning. Selma told her that she won’t get any food if she doesn’t come

she

in Peaceful

for Selma, the elderly maid who was taking care of

Lady Carissa and Ms. Spencer have

stopped him. “No need for that. We’ll

exactly what kind of person Jessica was–when things got tough, she hid. She wasn’t exactly someone

after the concepts of peace and good fortune. Though Jessica hadn’t formally

knocked on the door. “Jessica, open

can’t make me leave. I won’t

Ms. Spencer

thought Jessica was coming to open the door. However, the footsteps stopped after a while, and

Violet exchanged a

What was going on?

called out, walking over and knocking a few

audible, “I won’t come out. I know you’re going to