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,

despite fatigue creeping in. This was the final push. She pushed Lightning harder, determined to

devastation she witnessed since entering the Southern Frontier filled her with

there was no time

rode straight into the camp, brandishing

Carissa Sinclair, daughter of Hector Sinclair, the Duke of Northwatch! I seek an audience with the commander of the Hell Monarch’s

her, but Lightning burst through their ranks like a thunderbolt, like a steed

I have urgent military intelligence for the

her hoarse voice piercing the

Soldiers emerged with weapons drawn at the sound of her voice. Upon hearing her words that she

soldiers who were wearing battered and worn armor. Holding Lightning’s reins, she removed the black cloth from

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Sinclair, daughter of Hector Sinclair, the Duke of Northwatch. I bring

was Hector’s daughter, the soldiers lowered their weapons. Even the hostility in their eyes disappeared. They watched her

steed thundered towards them from the front. It halted before

covered half of it, leaving only a pair of bright eyes shining

was grave and