Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 127

Liam and Edmund left with the Westhaven soldiers.

"If you want to rescue Aurora," Carissa said to Barrett, "take your trusted aldes up the mountain."

By saying this, Carissa was actually preserving some dignity for both Barrett and Aurora. If the shame endured by the Westhaven crown prince were to be repeated on them, the things Barrett would see upon going up the mountain would surely be appalling.

However, Barrett was concerned there might still be Westhaven troops stationed on the mountain. Thus, he requested that Carissa lend him the Mystic Army to accompany him.

Carissa regarded him for a moment. "Are you certain?"

Feeling an inexplicable tremor at her gaze, he asked, "Can you tell me if Aurora truly committed the massacres?"

"You should have asked Liam earlier," Carissa replied calmly. "Or, you can ask Aurora yourself when you meet her. Liam is unlikely to have killed her."

Barrett found it hard to believe that Aurora could have committed such acts. He recalled Liam's words, which were extremely vague. The massacre was mentioned only briefly, while the apology to Carissa was emphasized.

If Aurora had indeed committed the massacre, then the destruction of the Sinclair family would indirectly be attributed to her. She had caused the death of Carissa's family, and Barrett had sought to marry her, abandoning Carissa.

As Barrett contemplated this, a flood of conflicting emotions overwhelmed him. A heavy weight was pressing down on his chest, making breathing hard.

believe that Aurora could do such

saw her again.

should accompany me up the mountain so we can get

turned pale

he possibly do? What could ever make up

of silence, Carissa agreed to go up

be Westhaven troops lying in wait

nature of the abuses inflicted on the prisoners of war, believing that such abuse would, at most, involve

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all too well, but this was

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life after being released due

He would leave it to Aurora

to rescue her. With a hundred thousand soldiers descending from the mountain,

very least, he was sure Barrett believed so, for Barrett

marched up the mountain in a grand procession. Violent and the others followed without any objection, because they knew

as a temporary camp, large enough to accommodate a hundred thousand soldiers. In the middle stood a wooden cabin, from which the sounds of agonized screams were

sprinted forward and kicked the hut door open. It was pitch dark inside,