Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1137

Isaac was silent for a long moment. He took a deep drink from the wine bottle, then tucked the Night Pearl away, wrapping it carefully before placing it in a small box. The glow faded, leaving only the faint light of the moon and a sky full of stars.

Violet hadn’t expected Isaac to have such a background. Carissa had never mentioned it before.

He had always been someone who lingered in brothels, either listening to the courtesans sing or playing music for them himself, a carefree and roguish sort. How could he possibly be a nobleman’s son?

As Isaac remained silent, Violet’s mind began to form an entire drama about a family rivalry behind closed doors.

He had said that he was born in a way that benefitted his dad. That surely meant he was well–loved, but a concubine’s son gaining favor was a challenge to the legitimacy of the first wife’s children.

As for what kind of woman his mother was, that remained unclear, but one could surmise she didn’t seem to have much influence. Otherwise, how could Isaac have ended up wandering the streets without a home to return to?

“Was it Evelyn who didn’t want you to go back? Was she afraid you’d compete for the inheritance?” Violet ventured cautiously.

“They don’t even know I’m alive,” Isaac said, a carefree smile on his lips. “It’s probably for the best. The Earl of Silverstone’s family seems prosperous on the outside, but it’s full of danger. They’re better off not knowing I survived. If I had gone back, I would’ve had to face the mess they made there.

“But in just a few days here in the capital, I learned of my sister–in–law’s troubles. I couldn’t just ignore it. She might be the lady of the house, but to the Earl of Silverstone’s family, she’s still an outsider. A lot of responsibilities shouldn’t be hers to bear.

Violet listened to him ramble on, trying to make sense of his words. After a moment, she asked, “So, you want to help Madam Zoey?”

“I can’t help her. And it’s because I can’t help that it weighs on me,” Isaac replied, his tone heavy.

“But how could you help? Your mom probably doesn’t even acknowledge you. If you stepped in, she’d be wary of you and afraid you’d come back to claim something from them. novelbin

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Isaac’s voice turned cold as he added, “What do I care about the Earl of Silverstone’s family? I’ve got everything I need. But if my sister–in–law were smart, she’d secure a

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future for herself. The capital isn’t the only place to stay. She should take her children and find somewhere else to go. That’s what we in the martial arts world would do. But she won’t listen. So, I don’t waste my time on it.”

Violet was now curious and asked, “Is Viola your younger or older sister? She has blood ties to you, so why don’t you care about her?”

Isaac snorted. “She’s older than me. I’m the youngest in the family. As for her problems- why should I get involved? It’s all her own choices. She’s not like Zoey, who’s been dragged into this mess.”

Isaac seemed to breathe a little easier after talking about this matter. He pulled out the Night Pearl again, holding it up to Violet’s eyes as if to use it to intimidate her.

“You can’t tell anyone about this,” he said seriously. “Not even my seniors and juniors in the guild know. Only Sage Adrian and Sage Everett are aware of it.”

Violet raised an eyebrow. “I can’t do that. Carissa and I have no secrets. Honestly, if you have a secret you can’t share, then maybe you shouldn’t tell anyone at all. I can’t be the one to keep it for you. That’s too much torture for me, and I don’t want to do it.”

“I saved you,” Isaac reminded, his voice tight with frustration.

Violet was unruffled. “You saved me, so I’ll repay you. Anything you want in the capital- food, drink, women, anything–I’ve got you covered. Just tell me which establishment you want, and I’ll pay to bring whoever you fancy back for you.”

“Violet, you used to boast about how discreet you could be,” Isaac growled.

Violet bounced back, landing lightly on her feet, eyes gleaming mischievously. “Oh, I am discreet. I just don’t talk. And when I do talk, how can I be discreet with my words?” Isaac grabbed her by the arm, pulling her into the air and holding her upside down.

His voice was dark as he threatened, “If you dare tell anyone, I’ll throw you off this tower.” Violet wasn’t scared at all. Instead, she crossed her arms defiantly while hanging upside down.

“If you didn’t threaten me, maybe I’d have kept your secret. But now? Impossible. If you’ve got the guts, go ahead and throw me.” She straightened her body slightly, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. “A dark night with dim moonlight and a high wind. It’s the perfect night to throw a body over the edge–how thrilling! Go on, toss me.”

Furious, Isaac suddenly flung her backward. She twisted in the air, landing gracefully on the ground with her hands behind her back.

Not tossing me, huh? Well, in that case, I’m leaving. You won’t get another opportunity like this.”

Isaac scowled, clearly frustrated. “This is how y have some drinks.”

Violet sauntered toward the railing, resting her hair, revealing a delicate, graceful face. Her exp

“Alright, but you have to answer my questions family kick you out? What about your mom? And Guild?”

Isaac scowled, clearly frustrated. “This is how you repay your benefactor? Come have some drinks.”

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Violet sauntered toward the railing, resting her hands on it. The night wind tousled her hair, revealing a delicate, graceful face. Her expression was somewhat playful yet innocent.

“Alright, but you have to answer my questions first. Why did the Earl of Silverstone’s family kick you out? What about your mom? And how did you end up at the Pathfinders Guild?”