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?”

Yeah, I guess. It’s not all good, but it’s not all bad either. No need for reconciliation, but

Isaac should be moved by the fact that Evelyn had avenged his death by killing David, but he couldn’t

children, 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 with them. And if he

Evelyn hadn’t done

too much, but Isaac finally saw through it all. When Caspian had held him, he had felt moved. But after hearing Evelyn’s story, everything

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guiding or protecting her

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

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

the one taking care of him. How could she not

perhaps, she had quietly condoned David’s actions. Unfortunately, everything

theory, but it didn’t matter. Whether it was true or not, it no longer mattered. Fate had already sealed their story when the fire had

had

that burden, he felt

the way Evelyn had so bitterly recounted poisoning David. The cruelty of

true–that she poisoned David out of revenge for her son’s death- then surely, she would have simply brushed over the details when

this repeated, deliberate

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

older woman hadn’t slept.

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

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