Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1238

In the end, Malcolm left.

Watching his retreating figure, Carissa couldn’t help but think how far he had fallen from the confident, imposing official he used to be. He hadn’t seemed this defeated even after the scandal about his mistress. Now, it was as if the weight of the world had struck him down, leaving him utterly broken.

Though she stepped outside for a brief walk, exhaustion did not settle over her. Instead, she called for Michael to come speak with her.

“Your Grace, you can return home now. I can manage things here,” Michael said.

“It’s fine. It’s already three in the morning,” Carissa replied. “Better to avoid any complications. There are several prominent families outside, and some of them can cause trouble without a second thought. You won’t be able to handle it. Plus, His Majesty never intended for them to make a public spectacle. If things get too out of hand and those detained get dragged out one by one, it’ll be hard to explain to His Majesty.”

“That’s true,” Michael agreed, nodding in understanding.

The next day, neither Malcolm nor Carissa could move fast enough–the Marquis of Glandale was ahead of them.

Fabian entered the room carrying thorn branches on his back as a sign of his submission, then began to weep. He claimed that the gentlemen’s retreats were originally Eleanor’s. After her downfall, he had planned to shut them down, but had continued to operate them at Gerald’s suggestion.

Essentially, Fabian had turned around and cast Gerald to the wolves.

He chose the path that would offend the Quinton family the most because he knew about the spies from Sandoria. He understood that someone had to take the fall for this, and it was clearly going to be him. The only way to save himself and his family was to drag Gerald down with him.

However, the cost was high–he had effectively ruined any chance of repairing relations with the Quinton family.

But now, with Fabian’s confession, Gerald was no longer just a guest at the gentlemen’s retreat -he was also the reason the establishments had continued to function. This new spin on the story would change things.

As Salvador was mindful of Sigmund’s reputation, he would likely try to downplay this incident.

was met with Salvador’s fury. A heavy inkpot flew toward him, landing with a thud against his thick clothing. It wasn’t painful, but the impact was enough to make his legs

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forgive

what Fabian had said. But seeing the man kneeling outside with his thorn branches, Malcolm could

Your Majesty. Please forgive him,”

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his anger. The Quinton family isn’t just confused, you’ve gone too far! I’ve been lenient with you time and time again, turning a blind

HER

He could do nothing but continue

that Carissa was waiting outside

he snapped at Malcolm, “Go outside and kneel. Don’t dirty

struck Malcolm like a physical blow. Humiliated and furious, he crawled and stumbled out, joining Fabian on

and knelt on one knee. “Greetings,

said, his voice

gentlemen’s retreats had been to find the Sandorian spies and to serve as a warning to the officials and noble families.

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

brief acknowledgement and

back.

the gentlemen’s retreat, didn’t you?” Salvador asked, his sharp gaze bearing into her, as though accusing her of withholding the

met his gaze calmly and admitted, “Yes,

you