Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1166

Oscar dropped to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he called out, “Grand Princess Eleanor!”

He then collapsed onto the floor, weeping bitterly.

However, Eleanor didn’t even lift her eyes. It was as if she were lost to herself, neither seeing nor hearing him.

After his crying fit subsided, Oscar took out a tray of pastries. Argent was about to come over to inspect them, but Mabel stopped him.

“Prince Rafael said there’s no need to inspect the pastries,” Mabel said. “She’s allowed to eat them.”

Oscar knelt on the ground, his eyes red and swollen. His voice trembled as he spoke.

“Your Grace, please just take a bite. This is from Lady Ruth. She specifically sent them to you. It’s your favorite sweet pastry. There are more cakes, too. You can eat them slowly.”

At the mention of Ruth, Eleanor finally raised her eyes to look at him. Her face was dark and gaunt, filthy with grime, and the skin around her eyes was a deep gray. However, her bloodshot eyes were still noticeable.

“Put it down,” she said. Her words, rough and unclear without teeth, were still unmistakable.

With trembling hands, Oscars held up a set of clothes. “And here’s a change of clothes. Let me help you put them on.”

Without hesitation, he reached out to lift her, ignoring the filth that covered her body. He carefully draped her over his arm, guiding her step by step inside the room.

Mabel and Gillian. “Aren’t you going in

answered. She reached out, discreetly hiding a piece of

and surprised. However, since it was Rafael

later, Oscar emerged, carrying

changed into new clothes, though she was so thin that they hung on

retreating into herself. The blankets and

nodded. “That’s enough. Let’s not make things harder for Mr.

stole one last look at

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leaving

the heavy door, and only then did she let

to Arcane Sanctum to have Ivy inspect them. After confirming they contained deadly poison, Mabel returned to

she eat them?” Carissa

And then he helped her change into clothes. It’s up to her now–whether she wants to cling to life or seek

for your hard work. Go eat something

take my leave.” Mabel bowed and

If Ruth couldn’t bear to see her suffer and

Eleanor’s handwriting to perfection. Once the right moment came and the culprits surfaced, a well–crafted suicide letter from Eleanor would

so her handwriting would do it for

letter didn’t need to be written just yet. The right time hadn’t arrived, and Eleanor probably didn’t know the identity of the true mastermind behind it all. But in the suicide note, she

Yuvan wasn’t the true mastermind, Eleanor’s role became