Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1107

Wayne, seeing an opportunity, quickly spoke up, “Prince Yuvan is injured. If we don’t stop the bleeding soon, he may be in grave danger. Lady Carissa, please release him so the physician can tend to the wound.”

His eyes were on Carissa, waiting for her to loosen her grip. The moment she did, he would signal the suicide soldiers to attack. He needed to act fast before reinforcements arrived. The plan was simple–kill them all and escape quickly.

But Carissa still held Yuvan’s throat, though she had loosened her grip just enough to allow him to breathe. “It’s just a minor wound. As long as the dagger stays in place, it won’t be fatal.”

Yuvan gasped for air, the pain in his abdomen sending tremors through his body. This woman had no hesitation or mercy–she was ruthless. He struggled to stay upright, his body swaying as if it would collapse at any moment.

Carissa’s voice was cold and steady as she said, “Your Highness, you might want to stay steady. With a slight movement, the dagger will go deeper. If you’re not careful, you might lose your life.”

“Attacking a royal–do you even realize the crime you’re committing?!” Yuvan spat furiously, glaring.

Carissa laughed coldly. “How curious. Are you suggesting this dagger belongs to me?”

“Tell me, what do you want from me?”

Yuvan’s voice was strained, veins bulging as pain and desperation began to take their toll. He wasn’t completely at his end, but the agony was pushing him to the brink. His patience was running thin.

Her tone calm and calculating, Carissa took her time in saying, “I want to know why you’ve set up camp here. What are you planning? Do you intend to raid the outpost?”

She wasn’t about to let Yuvan go easily. Even if Violet’s involvement in this was cleared up, Carissa wouldn’t let him off the hook. She would wait until Violet returned and the drug was dealt with before making her move. She needed to see this through, for her peace of mind. Otherwise, the bitterness of this situation would gnaw at her for the rest of her life.

So, she would drag it out. She would wait for Violet and Isaac to return.

Meanwhile, Isaac had taken Violet up to the hillside across from the main road, where he had planned to rest earlier. The mat had yet to be rolled up, and it was the perfect place to leave her.

Chapter 1107

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He sealed a few of her pressure points, rendering her unable to move. Then, he removed a bundle from the donkey’s back and took out a black–glazed ceramic bottle. He opened it; at foul stench immediately wafted up, filling the air.

Isaac pressed his hand on Violet’s pressure points, causing her to stir violently, her body writhing as though she were some kind of octopus. He let her struggle for a moment before seizing her chin, forcing her mouth open, and dripping a few drops of medicine into it. Then, he shoved her away roughly.

“Throw it up, Violet!”

Violet gagged, her stomach turning violently. The foul stench of the medicine churned her insides; before she could stop herself, she dropped to the ground and began vomiting uncontrollably. The world spun around her as she expelled everything, her body jerking with the force of it.

While Violet was throwing up, Isaac climbed the nearby tree to get a better look at the situation. Carissa was still holding Yuvan captive, while Claire and the others remained in the guards‘ hold. They were locked in a standoff. However, with Yuvan now in Carissa’s grip, they were hesitant to make any bold moves.

Isaac needed to move quickly and join them.

Violet was exhausted and weakened from her violent retching, her body as limp as a rag doll. She fell backward and ended up lying beneath the donkey, opening her eyes just in time to see its tongue sticking out. With a jolt of panic, she rolled away in a hurry.

Her senses slowly began to return, and with them, her memories started to clear.

She remembered riding alongside the person delivering silk threads to the workshop. The carts carrying grains and cloth had already gone ahead, so they decided to take a shortcut through a narrow alley in hopes of reaching their destination faster.

Once they entered the alley, Violet suddenly felt weak all over, losing all strength. She fell from her horse–and then, everything went dark. When she woke up, she was being dragged along a mountain path in the dead of night.

A sharp chill ran through her, freezing her in place.

A wave of memories hit her like a tidal wave, fury rushing in as she recalled the stench of

that disgusting breath against her neck, the feeling of her clothes…

Looking down, she saw her clothes were still half undone. She quickly fixed herself.

“Beast! I’ll kill you!”

With a roar of fury, Violet sprang to her feet, shaking with rage.