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.

lips sealed about the incident. While it was impossible to contain the news entirely, Carissa wanted to ensure

situation involved not just the academy but also the daughters of

the sole victim in this tragedy, hadn’t excused herself to rest. She remained seated with the others, determined to help devise a solution with everyone

consult with Jacob. She wanted his advice on how to navigate the fallout, and how to minimize the damage to the

staying, partly to comfort Rosalind and partly

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to quell the rumors that were bound to

Rosalind–everyone already knew. By tomorrow, she would

she was a victim. The only thing people would discuss was that a man had laid

in general was debatable, but it

the servants who should have acted hesitated. They were likely worried stepping in would bring

into this scandal. I’m the royal chancellor’s granddaughter.

all looking at me, I feel like I’m on my deathbed rather than just the

sadness. The women’s smiles were thin, and

it upon herself to escort Rosalind home, knowing she needed to report