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.

she had already enlisted, and that returning to the capital would

with her, and instructed them to look out for each other. Once the fighting started, their skills might not be fully effective, as battles in such conditions often turned chaotic

Cynthia. She thought the commanding officer looked

of these soldiers look

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

are tough fighters," Bun

twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month, the eve of the

as countless Sandorian soldiers poured out. Some of them were from Westhaven, others

between them.

five of them were somewhat at a

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

Tower City had already been reclaimed, and retreating there would make

seemed to have awakened, and she charged straight into the enemy ranks. With her Rose Spear darting with deadly precision, she pierced

in golden armor on a fine steed might not always be the real leader. It could be

in blood-the enemy's blood. She had been slashed once on the shoulder, but her wooden armor had absorbed some of the impact, leaving only a surface wound. The Sandorian forces