Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1204

As the year drew to a close, the common folk were busy preparing for the New Year, with every household caught up in the bustle.

But where there was activity, there was an opportunity for gossip, and rumors quickly spread. Victoria’s commendation of Rosalind had little effect. Instead, some started to whisper that Victoria’s personal approval might mean there was more to the story than just Rosalind being taken advantage of..

This line of thinking slowly became the dominant one, as if someone were deliberately pushing things in that direction.

Even someone from Hell Monarch Estate stepped forward to speak on the matter. Witnesses who had been present at the academy also spoke up, explaining that Rosalind had been trying to protect the students and had been accidentally touched by the assailant in the process.

But the public wasn’t interested in truth or justice. They preferred stories of disgrace, tales that brought the mighty low.

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The more illustrious Rosalind’s reputation had once been–her celebrated beauty, her impeccable lineage, her more vicious the slander against her became.

Old gossip was dredged up from the past, embellished and twisted into new narratives.

Some claimed she was aloof and arrogant, looking down on those who didn’t meet her high standards. They even brought up the incident at Eleanor’s banquet, claiming that Rosalind had deliberately misidentified a painting. It wasn’t by the famed artist Kyle, but she insisted it was. And since Trevor doted on his granddaughter, he followed along with her mistake, claiming the painting was Kyle’s.

People familiar with the incident said that Kyle’s insignia wasn’t even on the painting. Everyone present at the time could barely contain their laughter, but they held back out of respect, choosing not to expose her mistake.

Some claimed that all her poems and artwork were plagiarized, that none of it was really her work. It was all part of Trevor’s plan to build her reputation, hoping to marry her off to the most sought–after man in the realm, the Hell Monarch. But in the end, her hopes were shattered–Rafael would rather marry a woman who was once divorced than her.

marry the Farrell family’s eleventh son, Thomas. Luckily, Thomas wasn’t fooled. He saw through her and turned down the

not to mention it, there were still people setting up tables outside the

fell to the ground, crying out that the royal chancellor’s household

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acting above the law.

couldn’t chase the people away, but they couldn’t let them

was already in poor health. Now, with all the

Highstone Estate with his

flared. He slammed his medicine box onto the table, grabbed the storyteller by the

Slap!

especially not slapping, because he knew his own flaw. He had an unrelenting streak of perfectionism, and even in anger,

with unnerving accuracy.

blood trickling down as the thick emerald ring on Sebastian’s hand was stained red. Though the ring was heavy and solid, the storyteller’s teeth remained miraculously intact a testament to

the storyteller clutched his mouth, his attempts to cry out stifled by the searing pain. He wanted to shout, but he stopped when he saw it was the renowned physician Sebastian who had struck him. Blood oozed between his fingers, and every effort to speak felt

his medicine chest and pulled out a small bottle. Unscrewing the lid, he held it up-

brave enough

wafted from the bottle, and the mere mention of poison sent everyone into a panic. Onlookers recoiled, their bravado evaporating in an

reputation, who would dare

a gust of wind. Even the storyteller’s allies, pale–faced and trempling, hoisted him onto their shoulders and bolted. They knew they couldn’t

family members thanked