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.”

burden upon yourself. The public, the rumors… Oh! Humanity has both kindness and cruelty. I fear I can’t even predict what they’ll say about you. As for your

took the position at the academy, Catherine had assured Mildred that she would look after her granddaughter. Never did

state, this news was likely

to marry, couldn’t help but feel for Rosalind. She was young, beautiful, with a sharp mind and an excellent family background–surely she could have found a

had only one wish–to marry the man she loved. Sadly, that chance was gone. Her young love had gone to the

their worries.” Really, it’s nothing. Life is full of challenges–this is

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

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Chapter 1198

need to try to

the academy’s affairs, leaving Carissa

Carissa gently took Rosalind’s hand and guided her into a quieter room. She carefully adjusted

it was just the two of them, Rosalind’s tears finally fell. She had been terrified. The courage she had shown when swinging the stick was born from the need to protect

an embarrassing sight,” Rosalind said. “Just a little chaos is enough to