Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 67

Ignorance was the most frightening thing.

Derek shook his head. "I don't know anything. I'm just following orders."

His simple statement refrained Harvey from asking further questions. The king's will was akin to divine authority-punishment was also a form of reward.

After Derek left, the couple looked at each other in confusion. They served the empress dowager, and the king even graciously allowed her to stay with them at Hartstone Estate. They were generally on good terms, so why were they being punished without explanation?

They hadn't done anything wrong, or dared to do anything wrong.

It was truly strange!

In the depths of winter, heavy snow had blocked the path of Barrett's troops. Although they had rushed out of the capital, the snow had fallen continuously for two days, covering everything with a thick layer. The severe cold wasn't the only issue; progress had been severely delayed due to the heavy snowfall Each step was difficult, making it hard to pull one's foot out of the snow.

The Southern Frontier had experienced some snow, but fortunately, it wasn't much. The new recruits, numbering thirty thousand, had almost completed their training. Weapons and armor were being hastily prepared in Tower City, and they hoped reinforcement would reach the front lines before Westhaven's forces arrived.

to the capital. However, Carissa claimed she had already enlisted, and that

started, their skills might not be

terrified Cynthia. She thought the commanding officer

most of these soldiers look like savages," Violet

Southern Frontier. The original commander was

are tough fighters," Bun

began on the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month, the

from Westhaven, others from Sandoria.

between them.

on the battlefield, the five of them

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Close combat was brutal, with no fancy moves-everyone just swung

been reclaimed, and retreating

she charged straight into the enemy ranks. With her Rose Spear darting with deadly precision, she pierced through

general in golden armor on a fine steed might not always be the real leader. It could be a decoy. Her first battle was a brutal one. She fought from dawn till dusk until she was utterly exhausted. She felt she had used up every ounce

wooden armor had absorbed some of the impact, leaving only a surface wound. The Sandorian forces retreated into llyrian as night fell, and the gates were