Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1301

Carissa knelt on one knee in the royal study, enduring Salvador’s cold and sharp scrutiny.

Her eyes remained lowered, her expression calm and composed. There was no trace of guilt or ambition–she carried herself with the same respectful demeanor as always.

For a fleeting moment, Salvador thought of her lineage. She was Hector’s daughter, after all. His earlier suspicions now seemed somewhat absurd. How could the daughter of Hector Sinclair, a man who had given his life on the battlefield, harbor treasonous intent?

But the trust only lasted for that brief instant, and it extended solely to Hector, the man who had fallen on the battlefield.

A wife followed her husband’s lead. Carissa and Rafael shared a unified front–their interests were inevitably aligned.

“I sent the royal physician to check on Rafael,” Salvador said, finally breaking the silence. His voice was steady, betraying none of the turbulent thoughts that had plagued him moments ago. “Jacob informed me that Rafael has gone to Meadow Ridge to recuperate.”

Carissa bowed slightly. “Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty.”

Salvador pressed his lips together. Her words of gratitude seemed like a polite deflection, sidestepping the matter entirely.

“I believe his illness stems from exhaustion,” Salvador continued, his tone measured. “You accompanied him to Lunvale not long ago, and now you’re managing the Mystic Army, the workshop, and the academy. The household needs at least one of you in good health. It won’t do for both husband and wife to fall ill.

“Since you requested leave not long ago, I will extend it for another six months. Focus on managing the workshop and the academy. As for the Mystic Army, I will temporarily assign its command to Ian.”

Carissa’s expression flickered with a hint of surprise, though deep down, she wasn’t the least bit shocked.

Before her audience with the king, Jacob had analyzed the situation for her. If Salvador suspected Rafael of treason, his first move would be to strip Carissa of her position as commander of the Mystic Army, severing any chance of internal and

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external collusion.

about Rafael’s condition without touching

face vanished as quickly as it appeared. She lowered her head and replied, “Understood. Thank you, Your Majesty, for your consideration.” There was no resentment in her tone, no panic, and certainly no hint

long moment before finally saying,

take my leave, Your Majesty.” Carissa rose gracefully, her gaze as steady

Derek stood with his hands at his sides, his posture stiff yet respectful. When he saw Carissa emerge, a faint

calm and untroubled, before striding

a nearly inaudible sigh. Though he didn’t know where Rafael had gone,

often said this was a critical time when capable people were desperately needed. Yet, whether it was suppressing the Yuvan

Salvador’s words from a private

who once had none may develop it after achieving great feats, like reclaiming the Southern

had clearly been speaking about

with great talent became guilty

Carissa carried herself with the relaxed air of someone unburdened by official duties. She made rounds

• usual.

the watchful eyes on her noted

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the second evening, an urgent message arrived from the Southern Frontier. It was delivered first to the