Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1200

The remaining men were trembling with fear, scrambling in panic. Especially Hank, the one who had harassed Rosalind–he was sobbing uncontrollably. Dragging his broken legs, he knelt on the ground as if he didn’t even feel the pain, repeatedly pleading with Carissa and Anthony.

“I was wrong! I was greedy, but I won’t ever do it again! Please spare me, my lord! I have an elderly parent who’s ill and a newborn daughter at home. If I’m locked up, what will happen to my family?”

His cries were piercing and filled with despair.

However, Anthony didn’t waver and firmly ordered, “Take them away!”

People who did bad things might have tragic backstories, but that was no excuse for breaking the law.

Those who worked in law enforcement saw this kind of thing all the time, but in the end, the law was the law.

As the culprits were dragged away, the academy fell into a heavy silence. The oppressive stillness blanketed the room as the women gathered in the hall, each caught in her own thoughts.

Claire added more coal to the brazier to warm up the room, as Rosalind’s trembling shoulders, showed no signs of easing.

Present in the room were Catherine, Harriet, Athena, Rosalind, and Carissa, who held the honorary position of headmistress. Claire, serving as a temporary guard, stood near the door. A few older maids, servants, and the cook–who had all been in the rear courtyard during the commotion–remained away from the central gathering.

the staff, firmly instructing them to keep their lips sealed about the incident. While it was impossible to contain the news entirely, Carissa wanted to ensure it didn’t spread unnecessarily from within the

solve the problems at hand. The situation involved not just

rest. She remained seated with the others,

plan had been to send the others home while she returned to her estate to consult with Jacob. She wanted his

to comfort Rosalind and

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rumors that were bound to

to guess how deeply this incident had hurt Rosalind–everyone already knew. By tomorrow, she would

care about the truth–that she was a victim. The only thing people would discuss was that a man had laid hands on her,

consumed people in general was debatable, but it undeniably devoured women. No one present

at that moment. The crowd was in chaos, and the servants who should have acted hesitated. They were likely worried stepping in would bring trouble to their

granddaughter. Besides, it was true I was assaulted. So, a few

at me,

was tinged with sadness. The women’s smiles

Rosalind home, knowing she needed to