Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1204

As the year drew to a close, the common folk were busy preparing for the New Year, with every household

caught up in the bustle.

But where there was activity, there was an opportunity for gossip, and rumors quickly spread. Victoria's

commendation of Rosalind had little effect. Instead, sstarted to whisper that Victoria's personal approval

might mean there was more to the story than just Rosalind being taken advantage of..

This line of thinking slowly becthe dominant one, as if someone were deliberately pushing things in that

direction.

Even someone from Hell Monarch Estate stepped forward to speak on the matter. Witnesses who had been

present at the academy also spoke up, explaining that Rosalind had been trying to protect the students and had

been accidentally touched by the assailant in the process.

But the public wasn’t interested in truth or justice. They preferred stories of disgrace, tales that brought the

mighty low.

ed talents

The more illustrious Rosalind’s reputation had once been-her celebrated beauty, her impeccable lineage, her

more vicious the slander against her became.

Old gossip was dredged up from the past, embellished and twisted into new narratives.

Sclaimed she was aloof and arrogant, looking down on those who didn’t meet her high standards. They

even brought up the incident at Eleanor’s banquet, claiming that Rosalind had deliberately misidentified a

painting. It wasn’t by the famed artist Kyle, but she insisted it was. And since Trevor doted on his granddaughter,

he followed along with her mistake, claiming the painting was Kyle's.

People familiar with the incident said that Kyle's insignia wasn’t even on the painting. Everyone present at the

tcould barely contain their laughter, but they held back out of respect, choosing not to expose her mistake.

Sclaimed that all her poems and artwork were plagiarized, that none of it was really her work. It was all part

of Trevor's plan to build her reputation, hoping to marry her off to the most sought-after man in the realm, the

Hell Monarch. But in the end, her hopes were shattered-Rafael would rather marry a woman who was once

divorced than her.

Rosalind then settled for second best, hoping to marry the Farrell family’s eleventh son, Thomas. Luckily, Thomas

wasn't fooled. He saw through her and turned down the match.

These rumors spread everywhere. Even though Rosalind stayed confined to the estate and Trevor had strictly

ordered the servants not to mention it, there were still people setting up tables outside the gate, eager to gossip

and watch the unfold.

When servants from the estate tried to disperse them, one tic individual deliberately fell to the ground,

crying out that the royal chancellor's household was bullying commoners and

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acting above the law.

In the end, they couldn't chase the people away, but they couldn't let them stay either.

Trevor's wife, Mildred, was already in poor health. Now, with all the commotion, she fell ill and had to stay in bed.

Soon, Sebastian personally cto Highstone Estate with his medicine box in hand.

When he saw the people outside still setting up their tables and harshly gossiping about Rosalind, Sebastian's

temper flared. He slammed his medicine box onto the table, grabbed the storyteller by the collar, and delivered

a sharp slap, the sound echoing through the air.

Slap!

Sebastian rarely resorted to hitting anyone, especially not slapping, because he knew his own flaw. He had an

unrelenting streak of perfectionism, and even in anger, his hand instinctively sought the offender's lips

with unnerving accuracy.

The storyteller’s lips split from the repeated strikes, blood trickling down as the thick emerald ring on Sebastian's

hand was stained red. Though the ring was heavy and solid, the storyteller’s teeth remained miraculously intact

a testament to his supposed “iron jaws".

Staggering, the storyteller clutched his mouth, his attempts to cry out stifled by the searing pain. He wanted to

shout, but he stopped when he saw it was the renowned physician Sebastian who had struck him. Blood oozed

between his fingers, and every effort to speak felt like his lips were being sliced with a knife.

Several men, clearly allies of the storyteller, stepped forward, ready to defend him. But Sebastian opened his

medicine chest and pulled out a small bottle. Unscrewing the lid, he held it up-

“Come,” he said. “Let’s see who's brave enough to test my latest poison.”

A sharp, acrid stench wafted from the bottle, and the mere mention of poison sent everyone into a panic.

Onlookers recoiled, their bravado evaporating in an instant.

And with Sebastian's reputation, who would dare to offend him?

It didn’t take long before the crowd dispersed, scattering like leaves in a gust of wind. Even the storyteller’'s

allies, pale-faced and trempling, hoisted him onto their shoulders and bolted. They knew they couldn't afford to

offend Sebastian.

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