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?”

faint smile tugging at his lips. “Made peace? Yeah, I guess. It’s not all good, but it’s not all bad either. No need for reconciliation, but

fact that Evelyn had avenged his death by killing David, but he couldn’t bring himself

them far away

Evelyn hadn’t done any of

he had felt moved. But after hearing Evelyn’s story, everything became clear. Evelyn’s maternal love, he realized, had always been for

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guiding or protecting

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

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

taking care of him. How could she not

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 only then did she

it was true or not, it no longer mattered. Fate

the narrative Adrian had spun for him, holding onto doubt

without that burden, he felt

Zoey couldn’t shake the memory of the way Evelyn had so bitterly recounted poisoning David. The cruelty of it had lingered

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

this repeated,

hear, or maybe even for herself -as if repeating it aloud would somehow ease

woman hadn’t slept. Her eyes were wide open, tears

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

flowed even more. Her