Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 97

Chapter 97

Aurora’s words moved Barrett deeply. Hearing such a statement from anyone else wouldn’t have touched him as much as it did coming from Aurora.

She wasn’t just an ordinary woman confined to the household; she was a formidable general on the battlefield, a hero who had forced their enemy to sign a peace treaty.

For such an extraordinary woman to say she didn’t mind washing her hands and cooking for him, it warmed Barrett’s heart. Any previous disappointment he had felt towards her vanished instantly.

The challenge was set for sunset.

Rafael sent Dylan to notify Carissa. He found her still drilling her troops in the open field, and informed her of Rafael’s order.

She simply nodded. “Got it.”

Since the entire army knew about this, Violet and the others came looking for Carissa after their training. Each gave her a pat on the shoulder and said tersely, “Beat her.”

smiled at them. Beating Aurora would indeed be challenging, not because it was a fight to the death, but because

the open field, the fifteen thousand–strong Mystic

having heard of the event, crowded every available space. The area was

in the Sou Frontier from the start also came to watch. The

stirred up by Aurora, believed Carissa had risen to her rank through connections. To them, she was just a housewife who had stayed comfortably at home–a divorced woman, at

could she be capable of

The Mystic Army had already acknowledged Carissa’s leadership, especially after witnessing her single–handedly injure Michael in one move. Those who were closer during the fight

Carissa was, but the other reinforcement

troops about Carissa had fueled their disdain for her. They believed Rafel and the other generals had elevated her standing. They hoped

other generals watching nearby. Rafael stood at the front of the Mystic Army, clad in his armor. The setting sun cast a glow on

imposing presence remained undiminished.

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and generals, Rafael explained the consequences for the loser of the challenge. Once both Aurora and Carissa accepted the terms,

long sword in hand, her battle outfit yet unstained by blood. She held the sword upright, her posture straight. With her thick eyebrows and

Rose Spear. If not for the fact that Carissa’s exquisite features remained the same, Aurora would never have been able to connect her with the