Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1159

Isaac and Violet walked side by side along the wide street, leading their horses. The night breeze was gentle, clearing away the last remnants of the alcohol from the evening.

“I was impulsive tonight,” Violet admitted with a hint of regret. “I shouldn’t have dragged you there.”

“It’s fine,” Isaac replied.

“What’s going through your mind? Are you planning to acknowledge them?”

“No.” Isaac smiled, his expression becoming noticeably more relaxed. “She invited me and Madam Zoey inside, and talked for a long time. But not once did she ask me how I’ve been these years. Not once did she ask how I was after being taken away. She was just explaining and trying to clear her name.”

“Is that so?”

Isaac ran a hand through his slightly disheveled hair, his carefree demeanor returning.

“I remember my first time leaving the mountain. I was away for a month, and when I came back, Sage Adrian and Sage Everett surrounded me. They asked me a lot of stuff–what I ate, who I met, what inns I stayed at, whether I got into any fights, if anyone tricked me out of money, what sights I saw, among other things.”

“My mentor’s the same,” Violet nodded in agreement. “That’s normal.”

“Exactly,” Isaac chuckled. “I’ve been surrounded by love since I was a child. I’ve always had a family.”

Violet was unsure of how Isaac truly felt, but he seemed alright. “So, you’ve made peace with it?”

nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Made peace? Yeah, I guess. It’s not all good, but

should be moved by the fact that Evelyn had avenged his death by killing David, but he

would do anything to protect them. Even if it meant sending them far away to some place where so–called priests could offer their protection, he would go with them.

Evelyn hadn’t done

him, he had felt moved. But after hearing Evelyn’s story, everything became clear.

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or protecting her

she mentioned how David sought out medical help for him, so she knew about the changing of

question it? Constantly changing his

was the one taking care of him. How could she not

didn’t want to assume the worst of her. But if he allowed himself to think that way, he would suspect that, perhaps, she had quietly condoned David’s actions. Unfortunately, everything unraveled when Vincent found out. Once Vincent named his heir, Evelyn’s hope of becoming a countess was dashed, and

could never confirm this theory, but it didn’t matter. Whether it was true or not, it no longer mattered.

the narrative Adrian had spun for him, holding

that burden, he felt light and

in her room, Zoey couldn’t shake the memory of the way Evelyn had so bitterly recounted poisoning David. The cruelty of it had lingered in Evelyn’s voice, as if years of buried hatred had

Evelyn said was true–that she poisoned David out of revenge for her son’s death- then surely, she would have simply brushed over the details when recounting it. It would have been a passing remark tinged

repeated, deliberate

Isaac to hear, or maybe even for herself

woman hadn’t slept. Her eyes

beside the bed and asked gently, “Mother, you didn’t poison Father, did you? You only thought about it. Perhaps you even obsessed over it—but you didn’t actually

didn’t answer, but her tears flowed even more. Her lips trembled, but she couldn’t say a