Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 937

Chapter 937

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The next day, Winona’s sources gathered information that after the Westhaven envoys had checked into Concord

Lodge the day before, Harvey had secretly returned to his estate. Early this morning, he had disguised himself

and left again, apparently mobilizing speople.

Winona thought for a moment, then seemed to understand Harvey's intentions.

“Be careful. If he’s working with Leroy, he might try to make a move against you,” she said.

Carissa nodded. “Got it.”

In fact, Rafael had already informed her the night before, having spotted someone amongst the Westhaven

guards who resembled Harvey. So, the two of them had spent the whole night speculating, coming up with

various possibilities.

The royal banquet hall glittered under the lights, as bright as daylight, its beams twinkling like stars in the sky.

By the tRafael and Carissa arrived, the Westhaven envoys had already entered the palace and were seated

to the right of the hall. The guards and palace attendants waited outside. As weapons were not permitted inside

the palace, the guards weren't armed with swords.

Victoria and Kylie sat at the head of the room. Since the banquet hadn't started yet, they were busy entertaining

Lisandra.

Normally, Victoria wouldn't have come, but she heard that the Westhaven grand princess was attending. The

queen dowager had a fondness for capable women, so she ignored her persistent cough and insisted on making

an

appearance.

At the moment, Lisandra and Victoria were deep in conversation. What was surprising to Carissa, however, was

that the two of them spoke without needing an interpreter. At times, they used Starhaven’s language, Stel other

times, they switched to Westhaven'’s tongue, Westic. It wasn’t surprising that Lisandra spoke Stel Carissa hadn't

expected Victoria to be fluent in Westic.

Rafael and Carissa entered to pay their respects to Salvador first, then moved on to greet Victoria.

Upon hearing that Carissa was Hector’s daughter, Dominic's granddaughter, and had distinguished herself

during the Southern Frontier's reconquest, Lisandra couldn’t help but study her a little longer. After observing her

for a few moments, the grand princess shifted her gaze away, her expression complicated.

The Hell Monarch’s household had gathered plenty of information on Lisandra, and the grand princess, in turn,

had made inquiries about simportant people in Starhaven, especially Carissa and Aurora. The former

because of her family background and abilities, and the latter due to her involvement in the massacre at Victory

Pass.

When Carissa stepped forward, Lisandra stood up and curtsied to her, her head bowed low, initiating a formal

gesture of respect.

“Lady Carissa, the Hell Monarch’s princess consort. I've long heard of your esteemed name,” Lisandra said in

fluent Stellish.

She addressed her as Lady Carissa instead of Commander Sinclair, because tonight, those entering the palace

were either high-ranking royal relatives or powerful ministers and lords. Though Carissa held an official position

in court, tonight, she was entering as a princess consort.

As the banquet was meant to welcthe Westhaven envoys, other matters were set aside for now.

“Long have | admired you, Your Highness,” Carissa said, curtsying respectfully. “It is a great honor to finally meet

you today.”

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She was seated beside Lisandra. As the banquet had yet to begin, the group was just chatting casually. Of

course, such conversations weren't open to just anyone.

Once seated, Carissa felt a piercing gaze on her. She looked up and met the eyes of a man sitting across from

her. His features bore a striking resemblance to Liam's, though his eyes were sharper, colder, and full of disdain.

He didn’t even attempt to hide his scrutiny, and there was an unmistakable air of contempt in his gaze.

Rafael sat beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder and giving him a light pat. “Mr. Stellwyn, we've met before.

Do you remember?”

Though not as physically broad as Leroy, Rafael was tall and imposing, his presence more commanding than the

other man.

Leroy’s eyes flickered away from Carissa, turning to the prince with a forced smile. Earlier, he’d been speaking in

Westic with Jeremiah, deliberately ignoring Starhaven’s language.

Now, facing Rafael, he switched to flawless Stellish, saying, “How could | forget? It's been years, and you're no

longer the young man you once were, Your Highness.”

Rafael shot him a brief, cold glance, the weight of his gaze still lingering. “A young man should never be

underestimated. Now, you're staring at my wife with such malice, Mr. Stellwyn. Is it because you thinkweak,

that | can be trampled upon?”

A flicker of displeasure flashed in Leroy’s eyes. They had agreed to set aside past grievances for tonight-to offer

the Westhaven envoys a warm welcome. Why was the Hell Monarch violating this truce and provoking him so

openly? What was this all about?

Leroy glanced at Salvador, silently hoping he would rebuke the Hell Monarch.

But at that moment, the Starhaven king shifted his gaze to Lisandra, smiling as he spoke, “I've heard much

about your king. A young and valiant ruler, he was on the battlefield by the age of sixteen. | must say, | have

respect for such courage.”

Lisandra smiled graciously. “You flatter us, Your Majesty. When you were crown prince, | heard that you too

fought alongside Grand General Hector on the battlefield and were never defeated. It’s truly your skills that |

admire.”

The polite exchange was nothing but mutual flattery.

While Edmund was indeed brave, his military accomplishments were minimal. As for Salvador’s supposed

undefeated record, it was more of a courtesy than a reflection of reality. Hector’s strategic brilliance had kept

them safe, and the wars at that twere not large-scale, so claiming an unblemished record was more a

compliment than a fact.