Her Majestic Battle Cry

In the evening, Carissa presented Rafael’s leave request to Salvador, who summoned her to an audience. Seeing her reddened eyes, he believed Robert’s words. It was clear that Rafael’s illness had come on strongly this time.

“Don’t worry too much,” Salvador said gently. “With Mr. Lester’s treatment, he’ll recover soon.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty. I’ve also sent someone to hurry after Sebastian. He has the best medicine for heart ailments.”

Carissa’s voice was faint, as if her strength had been drained, and she sounded fragile.

“It’s the Snowdrop Pills, isn’t it?” Salvador asked.

He knew of the medicine. The nobility in the capital often kept a few on hand, just in case. But he had heard that the pills had become scarce over the past two years, as some of the ingredients were no longer available.

“Yes,” Carissa confirmed.

“When can he return? Can’t you find the pills at Arcane Sanctum?”

Carissa’s expression darkened with worry. It will take at least two or three days. Arcane Sanctum no longer carries the pills. Rowan, Sebastian’s apprentice, told me that only Sebastian has two left on him.”

“Is there no other medicine that could work as well?” Salvador pressed, though he wondered if the Snowdrop Pills were as miraculous as people claimed, or just an exaggerated rumor.

“Other medicines likely won’t compare.” Carissa hesitated, her face growing more uneasy. “Mr. Warren’s late mom suffered from a heart condition and was close to death. It was the Snowdrop Pills that saved her life. Afterward, she had to take a dose every month to maintain her health. It really works.”

Salvador thought he had heard of that incident before, but discussing a dead person at this moment felt rather ill–fated.

Noticing Carissa’s eyes redden again, he tried to reassure her, “Mr. Lester told me the situation is now under control. With some time and proper care, Rafael will recover. Don’t worry too much.

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Carissa lowered her gaze, hiding the redness in her eyes. “Yes, Your Majesty. I’m grateful for Mr. Lester’s help today.”

Salvador dismissed her to return to Rafael’s side, temporarily placing the matter aside.

When Carissa returned to the estate, she finally confided in Jacob and Kyle. Jacob clutched his chest, genuinely shaken by the events of the day. Neither of them opposed the plan. It was risky, yes, but perhaps it was a lesser danger than risking the lives of so many soldiers at the Southern Frontier.

Jacob immediately began to consider the situation, weighing the details in his mind. “I think His Majesty will send someone tomorrow. After all, with His Highness‘ sudden heart ailment at such a crucial moment, it’s hard to imagine His Majesty won’t grow suspicious.”

“Tomorrow

might be the easiest. But you said the medicine lasts for 72 hours. My worry is that they might come over the next few days,” Kyle said.

Carissa reassured them, “There’s no need to worry too much. It will only be two or three days at most. I’ve already told His Majesty that Sebastian is on his way back. Once he arrives, I’ll inform Mr. Lester that he’s no longer needed.”

Despite her words, everyone felt uneasy. It all felt so covert, like they were preparing for something dishonest.

Carissa didn’t speak further. Her mood was heavy as she silently returned to Orchid

Hall.

Helen had already been persuaded to leave. This was not something Carissa could share with her. Once Rafael left, she would tell Helen that he had gone to Sebastian’s residence to recover.

As Carissa looked at her husband, pale and lying there, her eyes grew fed again. She had been prepared for this, but seeing the bloodstain on his chest from earlier still made her heart race. Tears began to fall uncontrollably.

“Does it still hurt?” Carissa asked softly, leaning down to embrace him. Her throat was tight with emotion.

“It’s bearable,” Rafael managed, lifting his hand with difficulty to stroke her hair. Don’t cry.”

The dull pain in his chest was still sharp, spreading to his back and down his left arm. He had tried taking deep breaths, but the pain worsened each time, leaving himm

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with no choice but to lie there helplessly.

Carissa raised her head, her eyes now brimming with tears. “I’m sorry.”

Seeing her tears only made Rafael’s chest ache more. He groaned in pain, his heart tightening.

“Don’t cry,” he murmured. “When you cry, it makes me hurt even more.”

Carissa quickly wiped her tears away, her voice trembling as she promised, “Okay. I won’t cry. I won’t.” noveldrama

Chapter 1292.