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 returning to

them to look out for each other. Once the fighting started, their skills might not be fully effective, as

Carissa, it terrified Cynthia. She thought

I think most of these soldiers look like savages,"

on the battlefield at the Southern Frontier. The original commander was Carissa's father, and now, it

are tough fighters,"

of the twelfth lunar month, the

gates swung wide open as countless Sandorian soldiers poured out. Some of them were from Westhaven, others from Sandoria. They all wore the

between them.

the five of them were somewhat at a loss. War was

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was brutal, with no fancy

already been reclaimed, and retreating there would make it vulnerable to attack. The fight had to be waged in

charged straight into the enemy ranks. With her Rose Spear

her extensive reading of military texts had taught her that a 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 of her strength, but the enemy seemed

her wooden armor had absorbed some