Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1235

Carissa motioned for a member of the Garrison Unit to take the silver ingot worth ten silver coins and said, “Buy meals for everyone tomorrow. Once they’re released, they can pay back the money they owe him.”

What she said was meant to reassure those being held–nothing would be done to them beyond this brief detention. She wanted to keep the peace, urging them not to cause a ruckus and to get through the next two days without any trouble.

At the same time, it was meant as a subtle reminder for Gerald to calm down.

In the dead of night, Carissa made another round of the prison. This time, she found Gerald trembling even more..

Cody approached her, speaking softly, “Might it be possible to get him a blanket? My lord is weak and can’t stand the cold. His health is frail.”

Carissa noticed that Gerald had curled himself into a strange, almost rigid position, huddling into the corner. There was a small draft coming through a hole in the wall, which explained why he seemed so cold.

She sighed inwardly, realizing it was impossible to treat everyone the same. This was only the first night. If Gerald froze to death in here, she would have a lot of explaining to do.

“Take him out and place him in solitary confinement. Give him a cotton quilt so he doesn’t freeze to death here,” Carissa ordered one of the guards.

Cody immediately knelt, deeply grateful, “Thank you, Commander Sinclair. Thank you so much.”

Gerald could no longer stand and had to rely on Cody to carry him out.

The other men watched silently, feeling a sense of injustice but too fearful to speak up. From behind, it was clear that the man being taken out was an elderly figure. If he were left here to die, they would be forced to share a cell with a corpse, and that was bad luck they didn’t want to invite.

The Capital Guard headquarters was expansive, with a kitchen connected to the mess hall. Ahead of it was the training yard, and in the center stood the building where they held discussions. The front courtyard housed the main hall, along with a separate side hall.

The side hall was used by Carissa for her personal matters. It was smaller and cozier, and could easily be heated with a single charcoal brazier. It made the most sense to place Gerald there.

Carissa led him inside and pointed to the chairs. “You can sit anywhere. The chaise lounge is off–limits. That’s where I take my afternoon rest.” noveldrama

Desperate, Cody pleaded, “Commander Sinclair, my lord is in poor health. Sitting through the night will be too much for him. Could we borrow the chaise lounge just for tonight? We’ll buy

a new one in two days and replace it. Is that alright?”

“No,” Carissa responded firmly. “I’m already making an exception by allowing him to stay here.”

Not willing to give up, Cody pressed, “My lord is elderly. Would you consider this an act of respect for the elderly?“.

Carissa glanced at Gerald, his face still hidden under the cloth, and spoke flatly, “At his age, he shouldn’t have been in a place like that. Since he was, I believe he’s still capable. He’ll have to make do for now. I’ll have someone bring in some charcoal for you.”

Seeing that she wasn’t going to agree, Cody had no choice but to arrange a few chairs together for Gerald to lie on.

Gerald was accustomed to a life of luxury and could hardly bear the cold, hard chairs. But he couldn’t bring himself to complain. Instead, he clung to a quiet delusion, as if staying silent and out of sight would somehow keep his identity hidden from everyone.

Cody desperately pleaded for two blankets, explaining that his master was frail and couldn’t sleep on such cold chairs.

At that point, Carissa had enough and decided to be blunt. She turned to the nearest guard and said, “Go to the Quinton family’s residence and have them send two blankets here.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Gerald trembled uncontrollably.

Even though his face and head were still covered, it felt as if all his hidden shame had been exposed to the world. For a moment, he didn’t feel the cold. Instead, he felt his blood rushing to his head, burning his old face with embarrassment. He almost wished the ground would swallow him up.

Soon enough, Malcolm made another personal visit. This time, he brought food, blankets, and clothing.

He had gone back to find that Gerald’s wardrobe was locked. After forcing it open, he discovered the clothes inside were brightly colored, garish, and covered in pinks, yellows, and floral patterns. He surmised that these must be the clothes his dad had worn to the gentlemen’s retreat.

1

So, he brought some clothes along to change Gerald into something more presentable. Carissa saw him carrying the clothes and blankets and turned her head away, pretending she didn’t see it.

Malcolm had never been so humiliated in his life. Even when his affair with his mistress was exposed, as long as he maintained his stern demeanor, he could push through it. But this time, he wished the earth would open up and swallow both him and his dad whole.