NovelAppHer Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 533
Chapter 533
After a brief chat, Carissa asked, “Can the earring be repaired?”
“Myr-in-law
has already sent it to The Golden Tower for examination. It should be repairable,” Kayla replied.
“Such a valuable item should be kept safely; wearing it out carries risks,” Carissa said, noticing how much Kayla
cared about the earring and understanding its significance to her.
“I usually don’t wear it,” Kayla said with a smile, though her eyes were misted with tears. “But it was Alexander's
first day at the academy yesterday. | thought if | wore it, it would feel like my late husband was with me, sending
our child to the academy. together.”
Her voice trembled slightly, “That was one of the things we vowed to do together when we got married. | know
it’s silly. But if | don’t lie to myself sometimes, it's hard to get through the day.”
Carissa’s
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eyes were filled with compassion, half for Kayla and half for herself.
“You're strong, Your Grace. Unlike me, | know you wouldn't do something silly like lying to yourself.”
Kayla's voice was tinged with sadness, but she seemed eager to talk to someone.
Perhaps it was because she hadn't confided in anyone for a long time. Or maybe because Kayla’s husband had
served under the Duke of Northwatch and perished with him and his six sons on the Southern Frontier battlefield.
“I have no grand ambitions in life, and my talents are unremarkable. My character is reserved and | lack
decisiveness. My husband, on the other hand, was a hero in his youth. He was exceptionally handsand
cfrom an illustrious family. He could have married any woman he wanted. Yet, he chose me, an ordinary
person.
“I married him when | was seventeen. I'm twenty-five now, and we've been married for eight years. We were
often apart, which is why we couldn’t have our own children. Fortunately, we have Alexander now. Although he’s
not biologically ours, | believe my late husband would have liked him.
| have no other hopes for this life. | only wish for Alexander to grow up to be as upright and noble as his father.
And | hope that someday, | can take him to the place where his father fell, so he can pay his respects and offer a
prayer.”
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As she spoke, Kayla looked at Carissa with tear-filled yet resolute eyes.
“If that day ever comes, | hope you can have someone guide us to where he rests,
Your Grace.”
Carissa gently replied, “Of course. When Alexander is older, | will send someone to lead you there. However,
once you rench the Southern Frontier, you can ask the locals. They have erected a monument in the honor of
those who have fallen, and there are continuous offerings.”
Kayla smiled through her tears. “That's good to hear. | can rest easy now, truly.”
Seeing her tears, Carissa felt unsure of how to comfort her.
“Don’t cry. He wouldn't want to see you in pain.”
“Yes, he would be heartbroken. He toldonce that seeingcry hurt him too,” Kayla said, wiping her tears
away with a sad smile. “The memories are so vivid in my mind. Every night, when | toss and turn, | find myself
replaying every word he said over and over in my mind. But that’s enough. The memories he leftare enough
to carrythrough the rest of my life.”
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Carissa and Violet exchanged a glance, both feeling a pang of sorrow in their hearts.
Kayla composed herself. “I'm sorry for my loss of composure. | didn’t mean to cause discomfort for you, Your
Grace, Ms. Spencer.”
“It helps to talk about it, doesn’t it?” Violet said, her voice unusually gentle.
“Yes, it helps a lot,” Kayla replied, her eyes and nose reddened from crying.
It seemed like all her emotions had finally found a release, bringing her a sense of calm.
After Kayla left, Violet hugged Carissa, her nose tingling as she choked up. “Cari, | wasn’t there for you during
your hardest times, and it breaks my heart. How did you manage? | can’t even bear to think about it.”
Amused at this unexpected display of emotion, Carissa laughed through teary eyes. But | got through it, right?
Don’t cry, or | won't be able to hold back either.”
Violet quickly let go, fanning her eyes and tilting her head back to push down the tears. “No. No crying. Neither
of us should cry.
“Who's crying?” Helen entered the room and saw both Violet and Carissa with red-
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