Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 122

Chapter 122

As Carissa watched the fire slowly dim, she added a few more logs. The flames quickly devoured the dry wood, sending up bright flickers of light. The scene before her brought back a painful memory- returning to Northwatch Estate and finding it filled with corpses and bloodstains.

The ache in her heart surged again, so intense that it made breathing difficult.

How she wished for Aurora’s death!

But simply killing her might not be the most satisfying revenge. Carissa thought Liam might share this

view.

She was certain Liam wouldn’t kill Aurora, Rafael had given orders to wait here, and it was likely because Liam had said something to him.

Rafael had previously mentioned having spies in Ilyrian City, so it was reasonable to assume there were spies in Simonton City as well.

Waiting here was both Rafael and Liam’s directive.

everyone was exhausted. They were sleepy and hungry, though the cold was no longer a concem with plenty of firewood available. Supplies had arrived from

brought the supplies, and conveyed Rafael’s orders to Carissa. “The marshal ordered you to continue waiting here.

“Do we re

this many people here?” Carissa

not to easily trust a certain someone’s

Rafael and Liam had

them to wait. However, military orders were absolute, and he followed

Southern Frontier had been recaptured, the battlefield still required cleanup, and the bodies of fallen soldiers needed to be buried. There was much work

the battlefield always brought joy, but it was accompanied by sadness and pain. The comrades who fought alongside them–perhaps the closest one–would never see the victory. Their eyes would forever be

returned with his men, who were utterly exhausted.

Barrett didn’t touch his food. He gazed at the rising sun, which indicated a clear day. It was the best weather they

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mood was incredibly heavy. They had found nothing in the desert, and couldn’t continue searching indefinitely. They

Violet’s shoulder, clearly exhausted. She was injured, and someone had bandaged her wounds, though it was uncertain

while, Barrett stood up and walked over to Carissa. He asked softly, “Are

her head on Violet’s shoulder, Carissa didn’t respond and showed no change

utter disdain, and silently mouthed, “None

Barrett was angry and embarrassed. Fuming, he turned and went back to