Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

Chapter 712

At that moment, Barrett was gripped by the fear of impending death.

Memories of his first battle at Victory Pass flooded his mind, when enemies had surrounded him and he nearly succumbed to their blades. Wyatt Sullivan had saved him, sacrificing an arm in the process.

That day, Barrett had also been fraught with the terror of dying.

As he was lost in thought, Barrett was suddenly kicked to the ground. Panic surged as he caught sight of a glinting blade rushing toward him. He rolled away desperately, tumbling until he landed at Eleanor’s feet.

“Die!” Eleanor’s face twisted in fury as she raised her sword, aiming for his chest.

Barrett seized the sword’s blade with both hands, hoping to use its momentum to rise, but the household soldiers were already closing in.

Just as it seemed all was lost, a throng of capital guards burst in. Michael leaped from the staircase, delivering a swift kick that sent the household soldier aiming a blade at Barrett sprawling.

He saved Barrett just in time.

The fight raged on. The elite troops led by Michael quickly turned the tide, overwhelming their foes with relentless force. It wasn’t long before swords were held to the throats of the remaining household

soldiers.

accept the rapid and

dungeon with their torches, revealing it not as a prison but as a small arsenal. Upon spotting the gunpowder, a chill

flames,”

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as the torches were snuffed out. Everyone present understood the implications

that Barrett and the severely wounded capital guards be taken for

execute her. Instead, he stationed guards at the dungeon and assigned others to watch her. His action allowed her some

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decision of how to deal with the situation rested with the king, who would decide the fate of all

four other capital guards were gravely injured, and were taken

one after another. Michael had also sent for

and the other high priests departed from Harmony Palace. As he turned

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to return the following

innocent lives would

in an orderly fashion. As they stepped outside, their hands and feet felt icy, and cold sweat

could hardly fathom that Eleanor could be so ruthless. With her status, she could have forbidden her prince consort from taking concubines. Yet, she had permitted