Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1355

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Adrian had also brought a cannon with him, though it had to remain outside the city for now. It couldn’t be transported in just yet. This cannon, an improvement on the red canon of Nerathia, was the same one that had destroyed Everett’s courtyard back then.

In a few days, nearly all the martial factions that had been invited to Adrian’s birthday banquet would arrive, each disguised in various ways. Knowing that martial artists would be thoroughly questioned at the city gates, they all decided to change their appearances completely.

Adrian had specifically chosen people from Coldmoon Guild to keep watch at the Capital Guard headquarters and Hell Monarch Estate in shifts.

There was a reason for this. The people from Coldmoon Guild rarely moved within the martial world, and they seldom visited the capital. Nicholas‘ men likely had never encountered them, which made them perfect for keeping Carissa safe without drawing suspicion.

Adrian was certain that Nicholas‘ next move would be to target Carissa’s life. His predictions had always been accurate aside from the rare misstep.

At the Glimmering Tower, Adrian hosted a banquet, offering food and drink to all. The serious discussions, of course, would take place privately.

“We won’t concern ourselves with anything else for now,” he began, addressing those at the table. “First, we must ensure the safety of my apprentice. As for what happens next, we’ll just have to wait and see.”

He knew the martial world had little interest in getting involved with the royal court’s affairs. He wasn’t eager to do so either, but when he had taken on such a restless apprentice, he had no choice but to deal with it.

Carissa had no idea that she was being carefully protected by her mentor’s people. She moved daily between the Hell Monarch Estate and the Capital Guard, occasionally visiting the palace.

The issue of the crown prince still stirred unrest in the court. Salvador had already issued orders to punish several individuals, even reprimanding the Quinton family. Despite these efforts, there were still those who repeatedly brought up the matter.

At this critical juncture, Salvador and the court ministers were inevitably distracted, especially as some ministers, influenced by the situation, began to emphasize the importance of the kingdom’s succession. A few irrational individuals even stepped forward in support of naming Connor the crown prince.

Davis was frantic and agitated, stomping all the way to the Capital Guard headquarters and shouting at Carissa, The kingdom’s succession is important, but isn’t the current crisis even more pressing?!”

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Carissa understood his frustration and responded calmly, “We’ve been discussing it for so long without resolution. Let them continue arguing among themselves. Let them shout all they want. We should stay steady in our resolve.”

Davis sighed. “I worry, though. His Majesty’s health is poor. If he gets angry now and is forced to name Connor as Crown Prince, there will be whispers about his incompetence and arrogance. Those who plot against us will claim that His Majesty is senile, and then they will have a reason to act.”

“His Majesty won’t name a crown prince at this time,” Carissa said. “His health is failing, and if he rushes to name one, it would be tantamount to admitting… Well, I won’t speak those treasonous words. Regardless, you noveldrama

don’t need to be too concerned, Mr. Lloyd.”

Davis was a man of action. After venting his frustrations, he headed straight to the armory to oversee the progress.

Isaac had taken to living and working at the Ministry of Defense. He often said he didn’t know much, yet when it came time to roll up his sleeves, he seemed to know just what to do.

The afternoons had been marked by sudden downpours lately, with floodwaters rising. The riverworks project was nearing completion. The reservoir was finished, and the last stretch of the foundation dam was almost done.

This was the most crucial part, as the final section of the dam had been badly damaged for some time. During an inspection, the Ministry of Infrastructure and the Waterworks Department had agreed that the dam could break under the pressure if the waters rose too much.

Edwin had originally planned to begin repairs here, but given the extent of the damage across the entire dam, it had been decided to overhaul the entire structure from the ground up.

The riverworks project was nearing its conclusion, but the rain made it difficult to work, and the workers were growing restless. Cameron had spent the last few days calming their spirits, and he had reported the situation to Edwin.

Edwin had come out in person, umbrella in hand, to reassure the workers that the project would wrap up in less than ten days. A quick finish meant they could return home sooner.

Among the workers were actual conscripted laborers and hired hands, and it was them who were causing the real trouble–though, of course, there were people behind the scenes stirring things up.

Thanks to Cameron’s efforts, the actual conscripted laborers were filled with resentment toward the court as well.

Edwin’s presence had done little to ease the tension. That was because someone had already told the workers that the court would send someone to say a few empty words, all to get them to work through the rain.

As a result, rather than calming the workers, Edwin’s visit only fueled their anger.