Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1111

Yuvan’s reputation was ruined, and now, he was being sent back to the capital for

treatment.

The procession that left the city was grand, but it returned in defeat, escorted by the soldiers of the garrison outpost.

Wayne claimed it was because he had fallen for a woman, but Thomas was as cautious as ever. He insisted that no conclusions could be drawn until a thorough investigation was done. The matter must be looked into carefully

The suicide soldiers had surrendered without a fight. Two had been caught before during a mission, and they were tough–refusing to say a single word. But now, they couldn’t reveal themselves to be suicide soldiers. If they did, their presence near the garrison outpost would give Thomas grounds to accuse them of plotting an attack on a military outpost.

So, they claimed to be Yuvan’s household soldiers from Horizon Estate, and were there simply to escort him to the capital and then back to Valken. The special status of these soldiers meant they couldn’t enter the city itself, which was why they had stayed at an estate at the western mountain pass.

It made sense, in theory. But their all–black attire gave Rafael and Thomas enough room to question them further.

As they were escorted back to the capital, Carissa and Violet rode together.

Violet shuddered at what had happened. “Cari, I’m so glad you came just in time to save

me.”

“You should thank my guild senior. It was actually Isaac who saved you first, replied.

Violet tilted her head. “Wasn’t it you who rushed in to save me?”

Carissa shook her head. “It was Isaac.”

Carissa

Violet glanced over her shoulder, craning her neck to catch sight of the tail of the procession. She spotted a donkey trotting slowly in the distance. The distance made it look strange, as the donkey looked like a dog carrying a monkey on its back.

Violet turned her gaze away, but the image lingered. Now that she thought about it, it had indeed been Isaac who had carried her away. He also used some foul–smelling water to get rid of the poison inside her.

“Isaac saved me? But we’re not exactly on good terms…

“Isaac can be surprisingly generous,” Carissa remarked, but her eyes were searching the crowd.

She hadn’t seen Rafael since they set out. Where was he?

“I’m sorry, Cari.” Violet’s voice broke as she spoke, feeling a wave of regret wash over her. I shouldn’t have gotten so close to Edgeview Estate. It caused so much trouble for you all to

come to rescue me.”

“Fool!” Carissa turned back to Violet, offering a soft smile. “It was an accident. You were careful, didn’t enter Edgeview Estate, and didn’t eat or drink anything from them. You can

didn’t only blame their cunning–how far they were willing to go. And, of course, you expect your cousin to be capable of such deceit. You let your guard down for a moment.”

Violet’s guilt lingered, her lips pressed into a thin line. “I shouldn’t have accepted anything from them. It wasn’t that I couldn’t afford it, but I worried that refusing would hurt the workshop’s reputation.”

“We’ve been wanting to teach him a lesson for a while, and now we’ve finally done it. And this time, he’s lost dearly,” Carissa comforted Violet. “Even if the charge of assaulting a common woman doesn’t stick, he can never wash away the stain of it. For someone who values his name so much, losing it like this is the biggest punishment he could get.”

Violet’s lips quivered, her expression betraying her sadness. “I never thought… Even after being so careful, I still fell for it. Just thinking about his foul–smelling mouth makes me want to vomit… I can’t even think about it.”

“Don’t think about it,” Carissa urged quickly, cutting off Violet’s thoughts.

Meanwhile, Rafael and Kyle remained at the camp, inside the tent. They had discovered what seemed like a small, scorched hole.

“A hidden weapon? No, that’s not it!” Rafael immediately thought of the dart wristlet Carissa’s seventh uncle had given her.

Still, no dart could make a hole like this. He pinched the edges of the hole and then brought his fingers to his nose.

“Gunpowder… It smells like gunpowder, almost like a matchlock.” He looked toward Kyle. “Our army doesn’t use matchlocks, so could it have been someone from Yuvan’s side?”

The

matchlock had a distinct drawback–it could only fire one shot at a time, and its ignition was troublesome. On the battlefield, it was less effective than other weapons, and its short range made it impractical in many situations.

When Kyle heard Rafael mention a matchlock, he chuckled. “It’s probably the improved matchlock that Isaac brought. Sage Adrian’s been working on it for some time.”

“Improved matchlock?” Rafael’s eyes lit up. “What improvements?”