Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 68

"I lost count after thirty," Carissa said, raising her arm. The Rose Spear felt incredibly heavy.

War was truly exhausting.

"I counted-I killed fifty!" Bun tried to jump up with a fancy flip, but ended up face-planting to the ground instead. Because there were too many people on the battlefield, Bun's sword had been knocked away. He ended

up using his fiste feet to fight before finally retrieving his weapon after the enemy forces had

retreated.

"I killed sixty-three," Violet reported.

Rafael's deputy, Dylan, approached them, covered in blood and grime.

Carissa sat up first, then used the Rose Spear to help herself stand. "Deputy Ziegler!"

"Carissa!" Dylan's eyes sparkled with surprise and excitement. "Do you know how many enemies you've killed?"

"No, I lost count," Carissa replied.

Dylan clapped his hands in delight.

your spear to pierce their throats-just counting those, there were over three hundred! That doesn't even include those you didn't stab in the throat. You're amazing! Is this really your first

that many? I didn't keep track, but I'm so exhausted," Carissa said, struggling to stay on her feet. She was unsure if it was cold or fatigue making her legs

sit down again, so Dylan urged, "Come quickly! The marshal

marshal wants to see us? We should

definitely killed fifty, and Carissa had done exceptionally well, proving herself as the best fighter among them. They helped each other into the command tent, only to find several generals already seated inside,

was no room left. The sudden halt caused everyone behind him to stumble

annoyed by the spectacle,

His gaze fell on Carissa, and his eyes were

be modest, so she simply smiled

have General Sinclair's spirit!"

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with such force that she nearly fell to her knees. She steadied herself, determined not to embarrass her father. "Carissa, hear my decree!" Rafael rose and

gravelly voice carried a

our command,

commander! You'll have

and

commanders with a hundred troops assigned to them, and

were unfamiliar with military ranks, so they began counting. A battalion commander commanded one hundred soldiers, while a regiment commander commanded one thousand soldiers. With that logic, it was clear that Carissa

all, Carissa had already been their