Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1308

Outside the hall, Derek was drenched in cold sweat, his legs trembling. Even when Carissa emerged, he felt his heart still hanging in the air, uncertain and uneasy.

Salvador had not exploded in anger as Derek had expected–that, in itself, was a shock.

Wiping the sweat from his brow, Derek bowed respectfully as Carissa passed.

Carissa spoke quietly, just loud enough for the two of them to hear. “Don’t worry, Mr. Walker,”

Derek felt a pang in his chest. “Take care, Commander Sinclair.”

Once she was gone, Derek returned to the hall to attend to the king. He couldn’t resist stealing a glance at Salvador. To his astonishment, Salvador’s face seemed to hold a note of happiness–something Derek had never anticipated.

Earlier, when he had sent Connor off to Serenity Palace, Salvador had spoken of the Hell Monarch’s journey to the Southern Frontier as if it were all part of a grand scheme. So why was he suddenly in a good mood now?

Truly, the mind of a king was difficult to read.

Salvador noticed Derek’s gaze and said, “Bring in the meal!”

Since hearing of Oliver’s desertion, Salvador hadn’t eaten a single bite. Derek instructed the servants to bring food and replaced Salvador’s drink with a fresh cup.

Salvador’s mouth felt dry and bitter, but after taking a sip, he felt a bit better.

puzzled?” Salvador asked lightly,

his smile, Derek couldn’t help but mirror it. “I don’t need to understand, Your Majesty. If you are

“I am indeed pleased. If what Carissa said today reflects my brother’s true thoughts, it reassures me. On the other hand, if my

laughed along. “Your Majesty speaks

brother and I had no grudges between us. Those

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fist to his mouth, coughing

more, he drank, but the tickle in his throat caught him off guard. He choked, unable to swallow properly. The coughing fit intensified, leaving him violently vomiting into

barely eaten anything lately, and now the vomiting didn’t produce much- only a bit of

instantly. He immediately ordered

that the coughing was caused by excessive heat in

slept all night or

let out a quiet sigh of relief. At least now, he knew it wasn’t anything

moment, his

and worry. She didn’t dare send anyone

no word came back.

reminded herself–since such a major matter was underway, it was only natural that Salvador would need to meet with the officials or consult the Royal Astronomers, following the proper procedures to let

even the midday meal arrived and there was still no news, her patience finally wore thin. She sent someone out of the palace to inquire and soon learned that Salvador