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.

marshal personally counted the enemies you killed. You used 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

struggling to stay on her feet. She

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

marshal wants to see us? We

been told that killing thirty enemies would earn them a promotion. Bun had 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

sudden halt caused everyone behind him to stumble and

the spectacle, kicked

His gaze fell on Carissa, and

exhausted to be modest, so she

you have General Sinclair's spirit!"

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also thrilled, and clapped Carissa's shoulder with such force that she nearly fell to her knees. She steadied herself, determined not

gravelly voice carried a weight

our command,

regiment commander! You'll have a thousand soldiers

and

have full control over them. As for the others, they are appointed battalion commanders

A battalion commander commanded one hundred soldiers, while a regiment commander commanded one thousand soldiers. With that logic, it was clear that Carissa had just been promoted to a

all, Carissa had already