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?”

It’s not all good, but it’s not all bad

fact that Evelyn had avenged his death by killing David,

but if he did and their lives were on the line, 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

hadn’t done any

finally saw through it all. When Caspian had held him, he had felt moved. But after hearing Evelyn’s story, everything became clear. Evelyn’s maternal

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guiding or protecting

her account, she mentioned how David sought out medical help for him, so she

she never question it? Constantly changing his medicine–how could that

one taking care of

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

matter. Whether it was true or not, it no longer mattered. Fate had already

the narrative Adrian had spun for him, holding onto doubt and hope in

burden, he felt light

poisoning David. The cruelty of it had lingered in Evelyn’s voice, as if years of buried hatred had finally found a

for her son’s death- then surely, she would have simply brushed over

repeated,

felt like Evelyn was saying it on purpose for Isaac to hear, or maybe even for herself -as if repeating it aloud would somehow ease her

older woman hadn’t slept. Her eyes were wide

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

more. Her lips trembled, but she couldn’t say a