Her Majestic Battle Cry
Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 992

Chapter 992

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Trevor and Jeremiah stayed at Hell Monarch Estate for dinner. The spread was lavish, with fine wine served alongside it.

Dominic was in high spirits and was drinking freely. The three of them chatted and laughed throughout the meal, mostly reminiscing about old times. They spoke of those who had already passed, even mentioning Matthias Warren.

Jeremiah sighed deeply. “Back then, I used my connections to arrange a marriage between Barrett and Viola, all out of respect for Matthias, I wanted to make sure their family didn’t fall into decline. Who would’ve thought those two would end up as a mismatched pair? As a matchmaker, I’ve truly failed. I regret it.”

“Everyone has their own fate,” Trevor remarked. He then turned to Dominic, adding, “At our age, we can’t be too concerned with the affairs of the younger generation. Let’s focus on taking care of ourselves and enjoying a few more years surrounded by our grandchildren.

Trevor’s words carried deeper meaning. With Salvador still young and replaceing his footing, it was only natural for him to strategize and shift loyalties–elevating new ministers while quietly sidelining the old. After all, each king needed to build his own court.

Now that Dominic was no longer in command of Victory Pass, living out his days as a retired official didn’t seem so bad.

Dominic smiled. “You’re right, Trevor. It should be as you say.

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It was the only choice, after all. And, frankly, he was getting old. He could no longer stipport Victory Pass the way he once did. Fortunately, Wyatt was now in charge. For the time being, the chance of a change in leadership was slim. The Sullivan family’s army would still protect Victory Pass for now.

They drank, laughed, and enjoyed themselves. When night fell and they were about to leave, Jeremiah pulled Dominic aside with a heavy sigh.

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“This might be our last parting, old friend. Take care of yourself,” he said.

“Take care of yourself too,” Dominic replied with a respectful nod. Though he had drunk a fair amount, he was not too intoxicated and stood firm like a mountain.

Rafael accompanied Dominic to see the guests off, thanking them as they left. When he turned back, he saw Cindy holding Leona’s hand, reluctant to let go. Leona also bid farewell to her grandfather and aunt before leaving with Alana.

After a few more drinks, Cindy was overcome with emotion. A wave of sorrow and longing washed over her, making it hard to bear. Carissa gently linked her arm with her aunt’s and helped her back to the courtyard.

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“I know you haven’t looked at the gifts yet, Car If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. Just leave them aside. When you feel like looking at them, you can. It doesn’t matter. The most important thing is your happiness.”

“I understand,” Carissa replied, her voice thick with sorrow.

The lantern light in the corridor illuminated the white strands of hair at Cindy’s temple. In the blink of an eye, the once lively, resolute woman had grown old,

The next morning, Rafael and Carissa saw them off at the city gates.

When Cindy arrived, she had brought several cartloads of gifts. Now, as she left, it was still the same–cart after cart of gifts, all carefully prepared by Carissa in advance.

Carissa held back her tears as they parted, maintaining a smile the whole time. When they began to disappear from sight, she rushed up to the city tower. When the convoy came into view, she finally let out a breath of relief. But soon, even that faded from view, and the dust rising from the road quickly dissipated.

Hot tears streamed down her face,

Rafael gently wiped them away, speaking softly, “Don’t be sad. We can take Ryan to visit them.”

Carissa knew that with both of them now in official positions, it wouldn’t be easy to take time off and visit. Still, she nodded slightly, replaceing some comfort in his words.

“Let’s head back,” Rafael said, stretching his arms and looking toward the rising sun. Its rays were already bright and harsh. “By the way, Skye Embroidery has opened, so the women’s academy should be put on the agenda.”

Carissa took a deep breath, the weariness in her eyes fading as determination took its place.

“Yes, you’re right.”

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