Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1198

Carissa remained composed as she directed the students and their families out of the hall. She no longer bothered with asking them to keep the incident quiet–it was clear they couldn’t.

Once they were cleared out, she instructed Claire to bring in Ivy and someone from the Royal Citadel. The man needed to be restrained and interrogated, and it was obvious he had been drugged. Carissa wanted Ivy to determine what substance had been used.

The few who had managed to escape were soon captured by Max and his men, all brought back under guard.

The others, though somewhat more aware, still seemed dazed. Their eyes, glazed and hungry, followed Carissa and Claire with an unsettling intensity.

Carissa walked over and gave Rosalind a comforting hug.

Rosalind had already calmed down and reassured her in return, “It’s alright, I’m fine.”

“You foolish girl,” Catherine said, her voice heavy with sorrow as she sighed, “You shouldn’t have said that. You’ve rained your reputation. How are you fine?”

Rosalind’s face was pale, and she smiled shakily. “Don’t worry about me, Mrs. Ashford. I never intended to marry. My reputation was just a burden. Now that it’s gone, I can move more freely.”

yourself. The public, the rumors… Oh! Humanity has both kindness and cruelty. I fear I can’t

many years. Though they weren’t the closest of friends, they had always shared a respectful bond. When Rosalind took the position at the academy, Catherine had assured Mildred that she would look after her granddaughter. Never did she imagine such a calamity would

this news was likely

to marry, couldn’t help but feel for Rosalind.

could bring happiness. All her life, she had only one wish–to marry the man she loved. Sadly, that chance was gone. Her young love had gone to the battlefield

the concern in everyone’s eyes, Rosalind quickly smiled, trying to ease their worries.”

she made herself appear. It was clear that she was only comforting

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Chapter 1198

while feeling the need to try to

led the others out to attend to the academy’s affairs, leaving Carissa and the Garrison Unit to handle

alone, Carissa gently took Rosalind’s hand and guided her into a quieter room. She carefully adjusted the young woman’s disheveled hair, speaking softly, “I’m sorry I was late. You shouldn’t have

the stick was born from the need to protect her students. But in the aftermath, as she thought of the

showing you such an embarrassing sight,” Rosalind said. “Just a little chaos is enough to shake me–those who go to war must