Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1237

Chapter 1237

In the end, Malcolm left the room. As he passed through the main hall, he saw Carissa sitting by the fire. He didn’t want to face her, but for some reaso

his feet moved of their own accord, carrying him inside.

A thought struck him–if Carissa weren’t here watching over the situation, he would have forcibly taken Gerald away. Even if it meant angering Salvador, he couldn’t allow his father to endure this kind of humiliation.

“It’s late. Why haven’t you returned to your residence, Lord Malcolm?” Carissa asked, her voice steady.

Malcolm looked utterly deflated, like a wilted flower after the first frost. All the strength had drained from him. He had never felt such fear before, the dread of stepping out into the unknown, of facing what awaited him once he left these walls.

He remembered his arrival tonight, thinking he had prepared for a negotiation, only to find that Carissa hadn’t intended to profit from it at all.

As the Civil Minister, Malcolm was in charge of many officials‘ careers. Over the years, he had seen countless people scheme and grovel for power, often to the point of utter disgrace.

But Carissa didn’t seem the least bit interested in taking advantage of the situation to promote a few of her own people. She couldn’t be so naive as to ignore the king’s wariness of the Hell Monarch. Having allies in court was crucial. If trouble arose, at least someone would be there to speak on their behalf.

But despite Malcolm’s whirlwind of thoughts, Gerald’s pale, makeup–streaked face and neatly folded floral clothes kept appearing in his mind. It tormented him, nearly driving him mad.

“Commander Sinclair, will you be staying here tonight?” he asked, making conversation to

avoid the silence.

“Yes. I won’t be leaving,” Carissa replied, her voice calm.

his gaze briefly shifting away from

I leave and someone takes advantage of their power to drag someone away, the guards in the Capital Guard won’t be able to

official could easily crush anyone beneath

shoulders slumped. He had indeed

well,” Carissa said, her smile sharp with irony. “No one wants their

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Chapter 1237

Majesty himself gives a command, no one will be leaving. As for Lord Gerald, I’m

his thoughts left Malcolm

Sinclair. If you think it’s dirty, I’ll have the furniture replaced once my father leaves

Dirty?

It’s not a problem. But perhaps, Lord Malcolm,

leave. Staying up through the night wasn’t something she was inclined to do, especially not to discuss topics best left

and take

words. However, he was determined not to leave. His feet felt rooted to the ground, and he couldn’t bring himself

move.

responsibility for any punishments. I’ll personally answer to His Majesty. I

happens, my entire mission will be a failure,” Carissa

Her refusal was absolute.

I’ll take full

by saying so?” Carissa shot back. “It’s not about what you say, it’s

heavy sigh, Malcolm sank back in his chair. Uninterested, Carissa calmly sipped her coffee, leaving him to

stretched into an hour, and he still didn’t leave.