Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1153

Kyle chased after Isaac, calling out as he caught up.

Isaac waved him off, continuing to walk ahead. “Don’t say anything. It’s not worth mentioning.”

“Isaac, this is just our guess. It might not be true,” Kyle said, knowing his younger guild member well. Isaac never spoke of his discomfort but would always seek solitude when troubled.

“It’s fine, really. I’ll just go have a drink,” Isaac replied with a grin. “It’s rare that the autum wind is blowing, and the weather’s perfect. A drink is what’s needed–preferably with some beautiful company.”

Violet stepped forward and grabbed his wrist. “Come on, let’s go drink then.”

It was only now that Violet realized Isaac wasn’t the child of a concubine. Evelyn was his mom, and he had the same parents as Oliver and Viola.

“The place I’m going isn’t appropriate for you,” Isaac said, not wanting Violet to follow.

Violet ignored him and kept a tight grip on his arm. “I’ll settle the bill for you.”

“I have money. You don’t need to follow me,” Isaac snapped, suddenly sharp and biting. “Do you think I’m that poor? You want to take care of my drinking and amusements? I’d rather you stop dwelling on that life–saving favor you think you owe me. Honestly, I’m so tired of women like you–you don’t even know how annoying you are.”

Instead, she smiled cheerfully. “So, women are annoying? What

sour look. “They’re all

riding. No men, no women. Just us and the open air,” Violet said, pulling him toward the stables. “The wind is

“No!”

“If you’re not going to ride, then you’re coming to drink. Either way, you

as Violet tugged Isaac along, getting her

the end.

and a heaviness settled in

have known the truth long ago, but chose the lies because they were easier to bear. Why did

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Chapter 1153

a word. Whether the investigation was good or bad, no one had the right to

drinking at the Glimmering Tower, a few wine bottles already emptied. The shopkeeper had come to check on them. Seeing

Isaac said, fuming, his face flushed. Stumbling to his feet, he pulled out a thick stack of property deeds from his chest. “I’ve got money! Plenty of

tipsy, and she giggled as she bent down to pick up the scattered deeds. “What are you buying all

eyes bloodshot, reeking of alcohol. “Meadow Ridge is my home. There’s no one for me here