Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1233

Staring at the steaming coffee, Malcolm had no desire to drink it. It didn’t matter that his throat was dry and his mouth felt like it was on fire.

Noticing that Carissa didn’t respond to his mention of Gracewood Women’s Academy, his eyes shifted. “I’ve heard that His Highness has a few capable men around him. Perhaps I could recommend someone…”

Carissa raised her hand to stop him. “Lord Malcolm, let’s not stray from the topic. Rest assured, Lord Gerald’s identity hasn’t been revealed to anyone. When he left the gentlemen’s retreat, I covered his head with a cloth. Even now in prison, he is still covered.”

Her directness caught Malcolm off guard, making his face flush with heat. He didn’t know how to respond.

If he looked at it objectively, the matter was deeply embarrassing.

If it had been anyone else from the family–any cousin or nephew–he would have ordered them beaten within an inch of their life and tossed to a remote estate to fend for themselves.

Once the truth was laid bare, he had no leverage left. He lowered his voice and quietly asked, Commander Sinclair, is there any way you could release my dad? He’s old and in poor health. He cannot endure this punishment.”

Carissa replied, “Lord Malcolm, to be frank, this operation was carried out under His Majesty’s orders. The Capital Guard and the Garrison Unit were sent to raid the gentlemen’s retreats. Those detained will only be held for two days, as the focus isn’t on them, but rather on the Sandorian spies hidden in the retreats. You may not know this, but there were over a dozen Sandorian spies concealed in the retreats, all brought here by Eleanor. Your dad himself has spent time with them.”

The blood drained from Malcolm’s face, and he sat frozen in shock.

that was the case, this was far more serious than

could his dad have

off balance. He took

coffee to steady himself, his hand trembling slightly as he placed

this mean His Majesty knows my dad visited a gentlemen’s retreat?” he asked,

His Majesty didn’t want to know the names of those involved. He only issued the order to imprison everyone present

glimmer of hope appeared in Malcolm’s eyes. “Then, is

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no place to hold prisoners separately at the Capital Guard headquarters, Lord Malcolm. The real issue now is that His Majesty didn’t want to know the names initially, but

Malcolm’s pale face.

gentlemen’s retreats, no one knew anything.

time,

least, it was a bigger crisis than Malcolm

could easily be spun as him surrounding himself with learned women to

any of this? No matter what he said, it would be impossible to

beg you to show me a way