Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1229

A delicate curtain separated the bedroom from the inner hall. As Carissa parted the beaded curtain, the soft sound of pearls clinking together echoed in the quiet room,

People said a small room helped preserve energy for the elderly, the room shouldn’t be too spacious, as it could cause the life force to scatter and harm their health.

Thus, the room was modest in size, with a carved cherrywood bed positioned to the east and a low couch to the south. A small wardrobe stood nearby, though Carissa had already noticed another wardrobe in the inner hall, suggesting that this one had been specially added.

She glanced around the room, noting the fine, elegant furnishings everything was of the highest quality.

“Lord Gerald,” Carissa called softly. When she thought about it, there was no personal grudge between them. Their paths had merely crossed at the wrong time.

Gerald opened his eyes slowly, his dull, murky gaze sweeping the room. Only when he confirmed that it was just her did he sigh wearily

He was frail, his breathing shallow–indeed, he seemed to be at the very end of his strength.

On the table beside him was a bowl of medicine and a bowl of gruel that was still warm. It seemed someone had tried to feed him, but he had refused.

He lifted a trembling hand and pointed weakly at the gruel.

over at the bowl. “You want some

glance at Carissa. Gerald hadn’t eaten for several days, and now he wanted gruel just because Carissa was here. For this alone, Cody was deeply

This wasn’t what she had expected–why was Gerald eating gruel now? She

energy up.

wait and

and the gruel was thin and brewed with nourishing herbs. After finishing nearly half a bowl, he shook his head and gestured for Cody

gruel, Cody nearly burst into tears. If Gerald died, he too would likely follow soon after. For now, he hadn’t yet been summoned for judgment

nourishing herbs, Carissa could tell from Gerald’s breathing that he had improved slightly. But he did not speak right away.

Quinton family had naturally only

his bed, just as she

half–closed, and he began to speak

I hadn’t fought

effort It was as

he continued, “I want to tell you that some things, no matter

silent, understanding that he wasn’t

It won’t succeed, either. The success you see now is but an illusion. In the end, in the world we live in… It won’t

slid down from the corner of

clutched the blanket, the veins standing out like twisted roots, as he fought to speak