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.

the workshop through the back door, as the front was still swarmed with a dozen or so locals shouting and causing a ruckus–throwing

entered, she asked Brock, a burly guard sent by Hannah, if he had been

of hours. Some are just townspeople, but others are clearly here just to stir

assigned to watch over the place ever since the unrest started, to make

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sensing that something was off, Violet

and refusing to come 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

she staying

One in

for Selma, the elderly maid who was taking care of

Lady Carissa and

him. “No need for that. We’ll go

what kind of person Jessica was–when things got tough, she

and good fortune. Though Jessica hadn’t formally moved in, Selma had arranged for her

arrived, Selma knocked on the door. “Jessica,

make me leave. I won’t leave!” came

Ms. Spencer

open the door. However, the footsteps stopped after a while, and a

exchanged a

What was going on?

or we’ll break it down,” Violet called out, walking

barely audible, “I won’t come out. I