Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1086

The next day, both the Garrison Unit and the Capital Guard learned of the incident. It was said that an assassin had broken into Douglas‘ home, severely injuring him to the point where he was vomiting blood and nearly died.

The physician said that with injuries like his, he would likely end up as a bedridden, drooling mess for the rest of his life, unable to do anything except stay in bed to eat, drink, and take care of other basic needs.

Naturally, both the Garrison Unit and the Capital Guard did everything they could to track down the assassin. In the king’s domain, to commit such an audacious act against a government official was downright brazen.

After some investigation, Carissa uncovered a witness who revealed that a martial artist had come to the capital. Knowing that Douglas had once caused his sister’s death, the martial artist had snuck in and beaten him senseless in a fit of rage.

Further investigation revealed that the rumors surrounding Karen’s defilement were entirely false. She had remained pure, but Douglas believed the rumors and cast her out when he thought she had lost her innocence.

Betrayed by her father’s lack of trust and wounded by the rumors, Karen had taken her own life by jumping into the river. She had already passed away, and Skye Embroidery had taken care of her burial arrangements.

At least, that was the official story spread throughout the capital.

When people heard that version of events, they were outraged at Douglas, and many praised the martial artist who had taken justice into his own hands. A crowd began gathering at Karen’s grave, offering flowers in her memory, hoping she would be reborn into a better life.

In fact, the grave was a ceremonial one for Karen, where she buried the clothes she had worn when trying to take her life. Alana and Leah had helped her make it, marking the end of her 17 years of life.

Violet had given her a new name–Soraya.

Now, she sat in a carriage with Carissa and Violet, watching as the townsfolk gathered at her grave, offering prayers

offering prayers and flowers. Listening to their heartfelt wishes, Soraya’s eyes NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

welled with tears.

She leaned on Violet’s shoulder, crying softly. “No one has ever cared for me like this. If I ever think of dying again, I would be betraying all the sacrifices you made for me, betraying your kindness. Rest assured, I will live my life well, Your Grace, Ms. Spencer.”

Violet’s eyes were also red–rimmed. She was different from Carissa. She just acted on

impulse, not knowing if what she did had any meaning. Even Skye Embroidery was something she had taken on because Carissa had insisted it was necessary.

But now, seeing Soraya given a second chance at life, Violet truly felt the purpose of her actions. She had found her own sense of worth

After sending Soraya back to the workshop, Carissa had one more task to handle–the person responsible for spreading the rumors in the first place.

She had already identified the culprit as the deputy steward at Crystal Springs. This man was known for selling gossip for profit. Since Crystal Springs catered to high–ranking guests, the information that leaked from there held weight.

However, Carissa didn’t deal with the matter herself. Instead, she informed Nathaniel and left him to take care of it. Though outwardly refined, Nathaniel was ruthless when it came to handling such matters. He had the man’s tongue ripped out and his arms broken before casting him out.

There were all sorts of tasks piling up, and before they knew it, May and June had slipped through their fingers. The summer heat of July was unbearable. The capital felt like it had become a giant furnace, sweltering in the oppressive air.

On the third day of July, Yuvan came to visit Hell Monarch Estate. He was preparing to return to Valken soon, and had come to say his farewells. Since Rafael and Carissa had visited Edgeview Estate previously, the two families had some familiarity, so Rafael did not turn them away. He welcomed Yuvan and his family into their home.

Yuvan had been back in the capital for over a year now. He had hoped to arrange marriages for his children, but had been unable to make any progress. Now, he was so overwhelmed with one thing after another that he couldn’t keep up with everything.

He arrived bearing many gifts, most of which were for Violet.

In the unbearably hot weather, he was dressed in a tight–fitting tunic with a brocade design, featuring intricate gold thread embroidery in the pattern of a serpent. His face was lightly powdered, and his clothes were infused with a strong scent.

As Yuvan sat down, Rafael couldn’t stop sneezing. In the end, he had someone light a cherry wood–scented candle, hoping to mask the overpowering fragrance of his uncle’s

garments.

Molly asked Violet to stay by her side, and Yuvan’s gaze lingered on her, almost too intense to ignore. Despite Violet’s obvious impatience, Yuvan continued making small talk. He mentioned his plans to visit the Spencer family on his way back to Valken, and asked if she would accompany him.

Violet bluntly replied, “No.”

Yuvan didn’t feel awkward at all. Instead, he let out a low chuckle.

“If you’re not coming along, would you like me to bring a letter or gift back to your father?” he asked.