Her Majestic Battle Cry

Before long, the two drunken figures arrived at Silverstone Estate. Knowing Violet’s status, the gate was opened for them even at this late hour. Since Zoey was still recovering, a servant went to inform Caspian and Luna.

Both Caspian and Luna were surprised. What could Violet want at this hour?

“She brought a man with her? Who is this man?” Caspian asked, confused.

The gatekeeper hesitated before answering, “I’ve never seen him before, Mr. Caspian. His attitude isn’t the best–he came in looking around and even kicked over two chairs. He was muttering about being treated unfairly and how someone had gone too far.”

Caspian frowned. “Is he here to cause trouble? Could it be someone Viola offended?”

Caspian had grown wary. Whenever trouble came knocking, his first thought was always that Viola had something to do with it.

“I don’t think so,” the gatekeeper said. After a moment of hesitation, he cautiously added, ” He was cursing Madam Evelyn and…and the late master.”

Caspian, being a dutiful son, was furious at the thought of anyone cursing his deceased dad and sickly mother. Without a second thought, he stood up and snapped, “Let’s go. I’ll see who dares to make a scene in our home.”

Caspian believed that the deceased should be respected above all else. Only a person of poor character would speak ill of the dead. Furious, he stormed off with Luna. novelbin

When Isaac had kicked over the chairs, someone had already gone to report to Zoey.

Everyone knew that when things got out of hand, it was the lady of the household who could keep things under control. While Caspian was an official, he was gentle by nature and wouldn’t be able to control a drunken man in such a rage.

When Zoey heard that it was Violet who had brought the troublemaker and that the man had been insulting her deceased father–in–law and her ill mother–in–law, she immediately rose. She quickly threw on a robe and tidied her appearance, then made her way out with Jane’s help.

Her health had improved, though she still felt a bit weak. The autumn wind was sharp, but as she walked briskly, the cool air seemed to refresh her, making her feel more energized.

When she reached the main hall, she found her usually calm brother–in–law’s face darkened with fury, pointing at the cursing man.

“Enough!” Caspian shouted. “How dare you speak like that about my dad? Do you have any respect at all?”

The moment Caspian said those words, Isaac grabbed the front of his shirt, his fist poised to

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strike.

Zoey’s voice rang out urgently, “Hold on!”

When Isaac heard Zoey’s voice, his fist clenched for a moment, but then he finally relaxed his hand and shoved Caspian aside.

Caspian stumbled, nearly losing his balance, but Luna quickly caught him.

Throughout the scene, Violet remained silent, watching with bleary eyes from her armchair. When Zoey entered, Violet finally stirred. She rose unsteadily to her feet and gave a tipsy bow.

“Madam Zoey, my apologies,” she said, her words slurring slightly.

Zoey knew that Violet wasn’t someone prone to recklessness or lacking in discretion. If she had brought the man here to stir up trouble tonight, there had to be a reason behind it.

Zoey studied Isaac carefully with narrowed eyes he seemed vaguely familiar. However, his disheveled state, with flushed cheeks and tousled hair, made it harder to place him. His eyes, wild and almost manic, were unsettling.

But then again, maybe she hadn’t seen him before.

“Madam Zoey, this is Isaac Prince–Cari’s senior guild member and fifth apprentice in Pathfinders Guild,” Violet explained, her tone direct. “He’s here to see Madam Evelyn. Would you kindly take him to meet her?”

Zoey immediately thought of Yves, the man who had bought her shop. Yves was Carissa’s senior guild member and the fourth apprentice of the Pathfinders Guild, and this man was the

fifth.

Was there an issue with the property deals? Had Bernard deceived him, overcharging him because he was an outsider and intentionally taking advantage of him?

With that thought in mind, Zoey said, “There’s no need to involve Mother. Tell me what’s going on. I can handle it.”

Isaac collapsed into the chair beside Violet, breathing unevenly. His eyes scanned the main hall, the outer courtyard–he recognized them all. It had been nearly 20 years since he had been here, but he always had an exceptional memory. He remembered more than just the surroundings. He also remembered Caspian. However, the most vivid memory was of his grandfather–but the old man was gone now.

Isaac had been born here, and now, nearly two decades later, walking back into the place felt like stepping into a past that no longer cared for him. There was no warmth, no laughter- only the cold, watchful eyes of strangers. The weight of that rejection hit him like a crashing wave, pushing all his frustrations and bitterness to the surface.

His head spun, and he felt miserable. The urge to vomit rose, but he fought to lift his gaze to Zoey. His eyes were bloodshot and dark with pain.

“You can handle it, huh?” Isaac spat bitterly. “Then go ask her–why was she so heartless? Why would she abandon her own son without a second thought?”

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