Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1237

In the end, Malcolm left the room. As he passed through the main hall, he saw Carissa sitting by the fire. He didn’t want to face her, but for some reaso

his feet moved of their own accord, carrying him inside.

A thought struck him–if Carissa weren’t here watching over the situation, he would have forcibly taken Gerald away. Even if it meant angering Salvador, he couldn’t allow his father to endure this kind of humiliation.

“It’s late. Why haven’t you returned to your residence, Lord Malcolm?” Carissa asked, her voice steady.

Malcolm looked utterly deflated, like a wilted flower after the first frost. All the strength had drained from him. He had never felt such fear before, the dread of stepping out into the unknown, of facing what awaited him once he left these walls.

He remembered his arrival tonight, thinking he had prepared for a negotiation, only to find that Carissa hadn’t intended to profit from it at all.

As the Civil Minister, Malcolm was in charge of many officials‘ careers. Over the years, he had seen countless people scheme and grovel for power, often to the point of utter disgrace.

But Carissa didn’t seem the least bit interested in taking advantage of the situation to promote a few of her own people. She couldn’t be so naive as to ignore the king’s wariness of the Hell Monarch. Having allies in court was crucial. If trouble arose, at least someone would be there to speak on their behalf.

But despite Malcolm’s whirlwind of thoughts, Gerald’s pale, makeup–streaked face and neatly folded floral clothes kept appearing in his mind. It tormented him, nearly driving him mad.

“Commander Sinclair, will you be staying here tonight?” he asked, making conversation to

avoid the silence.

“Yes. I won’t be leaving,” Carissa replied, her voice calm.

“But you could return to your estate,” Malcolm said, his gaze briefly shifting away from her, unable to meet her eyes.

Carissa glanced at him. “If I leave and someone takes advantage of their power to drag someone away, the guards in the Capital Guard won’t be able to stop them,” she said flatly.

A higher–ranking official could easily crush anyone beneath them—especially one with much higher authority.

Malcolm’s shoulders slumped. He had indeed considered such an option. noveldrama

“But it’s not just you, Lord Malcolm. There are others watching from the outside as well,” Carissa said, her smile sharp with irony. “No one wants their family name dragged through the mud, so they’re all eager to pull people out of the Capital Guard headquarters.

“However, I’m following His Majesty’s orders. Unless His Majesty himself gives a command, no one will be leaving. As for Lord Gerald, I’m only allowing him to stay in the side hall because of his age and frailty, and because the prison is cold and drafty.”

Her insight into his thoughts left Malcolm momentarily embarrassed, making him falter.

After a long pause, he quietly said. “Thank you, Commander Sinclair. If you think it’s dirty, I’ll have the furniture replaced once my father leaves in a few days.”

Dirty?

Carissa’s eyes flickered with a hint of surprise. “There’s no need for that. It’s not a problem. But perhaps, Lord Malcolm, you should be asking how many people know Lord Gerald’s identity.”

Her meaning was clear. She was subtly hinting at her wish for him to leave. Staying up through the night wasn’t something she was inclined to do, especially not to discuss topics best left untouched.

Besides, after seeing Gerald’s state, Malcolm might feel compelled to try and take him away. She was too drained to navigate that kind of back–and–forth.

Naturally, Malcolm could hear the unspoken dismissal in her words. However, he was determined not to leave. His feet felt rooted to the ground, and he couldn’t bring himself to

move.

He gave up pretending and spoke plainly, “Commander Sinclair, if I take him away, I’ll take full responsibility for any punishments. I’ll personally answer to His Majesty. I won’t let you bear the consequences.”

“If you take him, everyone else will want to take their own people. If that happens, my entire mission will be a failure,” Carissa replied firmly, not even bothering to lift her gaze.

Her refusal was absolute.

“I’ve already said I’ll take full responsibility,” he pressed.

“You think you can just take responsibility by saying so?” Carissa shot back. “It’s not about what you say, it’s about what His Majesty says. Surely, you haven’t forgotten what it means to act under a royal edict, Lord Malcolm.”

With a heavy sigh, Malcolm sank back in his chair. Uninterested, Carissa calmly sipped her coffee, leaving him to sit in silence.

Minutes stretched into an hour, and he still didn’t leave. The audacity of, it made Carissa chuckle in disbelief.

Finally, with a perplexed expression on his face, he spoke again, “There’s one thing I need to ask you, Commander Sinclair.”

“Speak,” she replied, stifling a yawn with the sleeve of her clothes.

“Is it possible that someone who isn’t inclined toward male affection would go to a gentlemen’s retreat?” he asked hesitantly.

It seemed Malcolm couldn’t accept the idea of his father’s preferences, let alone the fact that he had gone to a gentlemen’s retreat.

“Yes,” Carissa said without hesitation. “Many go for the thrill of it.”

“Before you acted, surely you must have investigated? My dad, he…” Malcolm trailed off, clearly struggling to ask the question.

“I don’t know. You’ll have to ask him.” She gave him a sidelong glance. “But I think you already know the answer. I need some rest now, Lord Malcolm. Please leave.”

She paused, then added out of consideration, “Oh, and you should leave through the back gate. There are too many people outside.”