Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 78

Chapter 78

“Carissa, take a bath and change into clean clothes. I’ll take you somewhere,” Rafael said.

Carissa looked up, and asked, “Where are we going?”

“You’ll find out when we get there. Everyone else, please leave. I need to bathe and change clothes as well, Rafael said.

Carissa and the generals complied, and exited the tent

In such cold weather, taking a bath required a lot of hot water. Fortunately, Ilyrian had an ample supply of firewood. It had been challenging to get a hot drink, even in the camp outside Tower City. Taking a bath was a luxury.

Since Garissa held an official position now, Rafael had sent a criminal slave to attend to her.

The criminal slave, who was about forty years old and smelled terrible, was called Thirteen. She used to run a small business in Heartshire City.

to the military camp as a slave for twelve years.

bucket. She brought out her stash of soap pods to wash Carissa’s hair, as she needed

her delicate features, though her skin had lost some of its

cloak over them, and tied her damp hair into a high ponytail.

removing all the blood stains and carefully

she traced the rose patterns on the spear, her heart

her father and brothers had died in Ilyrian. She had only known her father died on the Southern Frontier battlefield, but not

Pathfinders Guild and asked her mother about the place where her

orders. Carissa took her Rose Spear and stepped outside. There she saw a young, handsome man in a black cloak standing in the

skin was fair and slightly rosy, though the skin around his eyes and nose was rougher. His eyes were bright, and his features bore some resemblance to the current king Salvador, though he

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the Hell Monarch. She recognized him by his eyes, as his previous beard had hidden

he was the

though Carissa had little interest in romance, her breath caught slightly when their eyes