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.

Salvador asked lightly,

couldn’t help but mirror it. “I don’t need to understand, Your Majesty. If

me. On the other hand, if my brother has been hiding everything from her and they lack unity as a couple, then Carissa

laughed along. “Your

and I had no grudges between us.

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his

tickle in his throat caught him off guard. He choked, unable to

much- only a bit of yellow bile

ordered the

excessive heat in Salvador’s liver and lungs. The severe coughing had strained the throat,

slept all night or eaten, so naturally, his health

out a quiet sigh of relief. At least now, he knew

calm his mind for just a moment,

since Connor was taken away. Her heart was full of both anticipation and worry. She didn’t dare send anyone to inquire

and no word came back. She couldn’t help

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

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 had sent Connor to be raised at