Her Majestic Battle Cry

Violet thought for a moment, feeling a twinge of guilt. She hadn’t been able to go back and spend time with her father. Maybe writing him a letter and asking him to send her some money would make up for it–spending his money would be one way to honor him.

“Alright, I’ll write a letter. Please wait for a while,” she said.

“There’s no need to rush, my dear cousin–in–law. You can write it tomorrow and send it to me then. We won’t be leaving for a few days. Why don’t you stay and chat with your cousin for a bit longer?” Yuvan responded with a smile.

Carissa’s eyes flickered with a cold glint.

Was Yuvan still not giving up?

Violet turned to smile at Yuvan, unaware of how mischievous her expression was. “Alright then.”

Carissa shot her a glare.

What was she up to now?

Violet ignored her friend’s warning gaze. She didn’t meet Carissa’s eyes, treating the unspoken rebuke as though she hadn’t noticed.

Rafael observed Yuvan’s persistent gaze on Violet’s face, feeling a surge of disgust. It seemed the man wouldn’t back off until he hit a wall. He was still hoping to charm Violet in order to gain favor with the Spencer family and manipulate them. And from the looks of it,

he had his own selfish desires too.

Yuvan was truly a despicable man.

Rafael held nothing but contempt for him and had no intention of inviting the man to stay for a meal. His rare day off was already being wasted hosting this family, and he was more than ready for them to leave.

“When do you plan to depart for Valken, Uncle Yuvan?” Rafael asked,

“We’ll be leaving in three days. I’ve already informed His Majesty,” Yuvan replied, sounding relieved.

He had been reluctant to leave the capital, afraid that Salvador would refuse. But to his surprise, the king had agreed when he asked.

Rafael smiled. “I’ll be busy with things, so I won’t be able to see you off. But I wish you a safe journey.”

Yuvan waved his hand dismissively. “No need to send me off. If you’re free, you can visit Valken sometime.”

“I’ll definitely make the trip,” Rafael responded without hesitation.

Once the unpleasant family had left, Carissa grabbed Violet by her ponytail and led her back to the side hall.

“I see you have some opinions,” Carissa said, folding her arms across her chest, her eyes fixed on her friend.

Violet gave a mischievous grin. “None at all! I’m just doing what needs to be done. Don’t I need your approval? Without it, I won’t be going.” Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

“You’re not going,” Carissa said firmly, her voice serious. “Raf has been investigating them for so long, yet we still can’t locate where they’ve hidden their suicide soldiers. Their mansion is full of skilled fighters, all disguised as maids and servants. It’s too risky for you to go alone.”

“Of course! Why would I go there? That place reeks of bad luck!” Violet said, shaking her head vigorously.

“If you go, we’re done. Consider our friendship over,” Carissa warned sternly.

“Stop nagging!”

Violet immediately dropped the idea. Carissa wasn’t someone you could argue with–when she said something, it was final. If she said their friendship was over, it would really be

over.

Meanwhile, Rafael and Jacob were in the study, discussing Yuvan’s departure. It had been expected, or perhaps, Rafael had known it was coming all along.

They had made no progress on finding the suicide soldiers, but they were aware that Yuvan had been steadily expanding his private army. Several groups of men had been sent out, but none had managed to locate where the private soldiers were hiding.

So, Salvador decided to let Yuvan return to Valken.

Rafael actually thought that having Yuvan leave the capital wasn’t necessarily a good thing, because the suicide soldiers hadn’t been found yet. While he was in the capital, the suicide soldiers would have to protect him. But with him leaving, there was the risk that a group of suicide soldiers might remain behind, which was more dangerous.

These people seemed to be hiding everywhere, making it impossible to find any trace of them.

“They’ve been insisting on inviting Ms. Spencer to their estate again,” Jacob said, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

He hesitated, unsure whether he should continue, but decided to speak anyway, adding, ” Prince Yuvan is quite clear about his intentions. This might be an opportunity to stir things up at Edgeview Estate.”

“No,” Rafael replied firmly. “We’ve already been to Edgeview Estate; the suicide soldiers aren’t there. There’s no need to cause a commotion. It could end up putting Violet in danger.”

Jacob nodded. “You’re right, of course. I was just throwing ideas out there. There’s nothing to be gained from it. If they were hiding anything at Edgeview Estate, they’d be incredibly bold.”

“Let’s just wait and see. Once they leave for Valken, we’ll have a better idea. Yuvan won’t just ignore his private army,” Rafael said.

Over the next few days, Molly kept asking Violet to visit Edgeview Estate, but Carissa’s warnings kept her from going.

Molly couldn’t help but complain, “You and I are practically sisters, and now you’ve turned your back on me? Have you really stopped thinking of me as your cousin?”

Violet felt like there was no point in pretending since they were leaving the city anyway, so she replied bluntly, “Yeah. When you married Yuvan, I stopped thinking of you as a cousin.

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Molly glared at her in frustration. “Fine. Don’t come crying to me later!‘

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