Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 55

Chapter 55

They rested at an inn that evening. Both Lightning and Carissa managing a good night’s sleep. Being away from home made her unusually alert. She rose before dawn, washed up, and covered her face with a black cloth before continuing on her journey.

The journey was naturally arduous, made worse by the biting cold that even the cloth couldn’t shield from, roughening her skin considerably.

The previous night at the inn, she had looked into a mirror. Her once smooth skin was now red and almost cracking. She applied camellia oil to prevent it from worsening–it wasn’t about beauty, but avoiding pain.

On the fifth morning of travel, she arrived at the Southern Frontier. The absence of supply convoys on the road along the way troubled her. It meant that the Hell Monarch thought victory was assured, and didn’t need to constantly obtain provisions.

However, there was still a fierce battle ahead.

Upon reaching the Southern Frontier, she inquired and learned that only two cities, llyrian and Simonton, remained unrecovered.

The Hell Monarch had led his troops like a war god and reclaimed 90% of the lost Southern Frontier territory. Only these two cities remained, explaining the absence of supply convoys.

Now, all the Hell Monarch’s forces were focused on llyrian. Once the city was recaptured, they could drive the Sandorian forces back to Simonton. There, they would continue the assault and reclaim the entire

Southern Frontier for Starhaven,

Lightning towards Ilyrian City despite fatigue creeping in. This was the final push. She

battlefield. The Hell Monarch’s troops were stationed outside llyrian, but the city itself remained unconquered. The devastation she witnessed since

was no time for

camp, brandishing her Rose Spear high in

Sinclair, the Duke of Northwatch! I seek an audience

but Lightning burst through their

Sinclair, daughter of Hector Sinclair! I have urgent

hoarse voice piercing the

torches flickered to life. Soldiers emerged with weapons drawn at the sound of her voice. Upon hearing her words

low, and faced the approaching soldiers who were wearing battered and worn armor. Holding Lightning’s

12

+15 DCHUS

Sinclair, the Duke of Northwatch. I bring urgent military intelligence for the Hell Monarch!”

the soldiers lowered their weapons. Even the hostility in their eyes disappeared. They

steed thundered towards them from the front. It halted

was smudged and his beard covered half of

daughter?” His voice was