Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1216

Little did Carissa know, Jeanette would keep talking to her throughout the performance. Sometimes, she even giggled and playfully nudged Carissa, as if they were very close and familiar with each other.

Their interaction caught the attention of the other concubines nearby. A few of them even leaned in, casting curious glances several times.

Though people would call it interacting, in reality, Carissa only occasionally agreed or nodded, giving a smile to be polite.

However, others didn’t see it that way. After the performance, both Meredith and Kiera pulled Carissa aside with puzzled expressions.

“You and Jeanette know each other?”

Carissa shook her head. “We’ve never met before today.”

“Then why does it seem like you two are so familiar with each other?” Kiera’s confusion deepened.

Meredith noticed something was off and frowned. “Stay away from her in the future. Her intentions aren’t sincere.”

Carissa had already gathered that much. But at the time, everyone was watching the performance. Leaving abruptly would have been rude and disruptive to Salvador’s and Victoria’s enjoyment. Still, Carissa didn’t think Jeanette was foolish–though she certainly wasn’t all that clever either..

had ended, Carissa felt a sense of relief. However, when she caught the cold glances from Sylvia, Penelope, and the other concubines, she knew the mood had shifted. They hadn’t said anything, but their eyes spoke volumes–sharp, calculating, and

observing the women to understand their temperaments. They could tolerate a new favorite, but if someone reached too far–if they became too ambitious

fully understanding things. Kylie hated Carissa the most. By trying

banquet began, Carissa

in the Royal Garden, not wanting to see him, though. she knew

wasn’t in the capital, while she was the Hell Monarch’s princess consort and the commander of the Mystic Army. Her position

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no way to

Both of them had been invited to

Carissa noticed that Gerald had a serious expression and the air of a scholar, but what kept coming to her mind was the scene of

retreat.

image alone made her

matter with the women’s academy, and all Carissa could do

felt like an eternity to

quickly made her way out of the palace. This year, without Rafael in the capital, she didn’t see the need to linger. She wanted to return to