Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1195

Carissa went to Jacob with the news.

He was clearly taken aback before instinctively asking, “How did the Sandorians get into the capital, and why are they staying here?”

“That’s exactly what we need to figure out. We’ll need to check out the remaining gentlemen’s retreats and find their owners. If they’re allowing Sandorians to be patrons there, they must know more than they’re letting on,” Carissa replied.

What they needed to uncover was when the Sandorians arrived, who brought them, and what their purpose was in the capital.

Carissa decided to personally investigate the remaining gentlemen’s retreats, and of course, she took Violet and Isaac along. Over several days, they visited the five gentlemen’s retreats. Of the five, three were hiding Sandorians, with a total of 15 people.

By their breathing and movements, it was clear that all 15 were skilled in martial arts.

Though they didn’t all look entirely like typical Sandorians, they resembled average Southern Frontier people. It was evident they had been carefully selected for their roles.

If the lighting had been a little dimmer, one might not have noticed. Their Stellish accent was flawless, with particularly precise pronunciation, which probably explained why no one suspected anything.

The same person owned all three gentlemen’s retreats–the Marquis of Glandale, Fabian Schmitt.

move, Carissa and the others decided not to act too hastily. Instead,

intentions.

Jacob launched

known to indulge in male companionship, though that didn’t mean he wasn’t interested in women–he was married, with children and a

youngest

a surprise to everyone, as the Marquis of Glandale’s household was so discreet. Apart from a few

family’s reserved nature was such that it was easy to forget they

unobtrusive demeanor, he had established three gentlemen’s retreats, harboring a total of

retreats several times Carissa began to notice the patrons. Many powerful figures from court and the sons of noble

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for drink and pleasure.

she never imagined she’d see in such a

tutor of

he was disguised with makeup that made his face pale and white. His once–grand appearance now looked frail and sickly, which under the dim light, gave off a creepy vibe. Dressed in the lavish silks of an old wealthy gentleman, he lacked the ethereal grace he once possessed. His usual scholarly demeanor was

almost didn’t recognize him. If it weren’t for the emerald pendant with the Quinton family crest hanging from his waist, she would never have believed it. That night, she had a nightmare of Gerald being