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.”

kindness and cruelty. I fear I can’t even predict what they’ll say about you. As for your grandparents, how

Mildred for 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

state, this news was

though resolute in her decision never to marry, couldn’t help but feel for Rosalind. She was young,

bring happiness. All her life, she had only one wish–to marry the man she loved. Sadly, that chance was

quickly smiled, trying to ease their worries.” Really, it’s nothing.

they all knew Rosalind wasn’t as calm as she made herself appear. It was clear

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Chapter 1198

the need to try to

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

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 her students. But in the aftermath, as she thought of the men rushing toward her, the fear set in. Her heart raced as she

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