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.

then settled for second best, hoping to marry the Farrell family’s eleventh son,

rumors spread everywhere. Even though Rosalind stayed confined to the estate and Trevor had strictly ordered the servants not to mention it, there were still people setting up tables outside the gate, eager to gossip and watch

individual deliberately fell to the ground, crying out that the royal

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acting above the law.

couldn’t chase the people away, but

in poor health. Now, with all the commotion, she fell ill and had to stay

Estate with

outside still setting up their tables and harshly gossiping about Rosalind, Sebastian’s temper flared. He slammed his medicine box onto the

Slap!

slapping, because he knew his own flaw. He had an unrelenting streak of perfectionism, and even in anger, his hand

with unnerving accuracy.

Sebastian’s hand was stained red. Though the ring

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

clearly allies of the storyteller, stepped forward, ready to defend him. But Sebastian opened his medicine chest and pulled out a small bottle.

who’s brave enough

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

with Sebastian’s reputation, who would

dispersed, scattering like leaves in 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 afford to offend

family members