Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Aurora returned to the capital in a state of dejection.

Barrett kept his distance from her, even though he was injured and could have used her support. He was adamant about avoiding any physical contact with her. Even the others who had been captured with her glared at her with hatred.

They knew why they had been castrated–it was because in Fawnrun City, Aurora had tortured that young general and ordered his castration, humiliating him.

Now, the eighteen soldiers who were captured had been treated the same way by the Westhaven soldiers, and they couldn’t voice their suffering or express their grievances. Their hatred for Aurora ran deep.

Throughout the journey, they avoided her as much as possible. They didn’t want to speak to her, and even when they saw her, they kept

their distance.

Aurora remembered her earlier enthusiasm, believing she would achieve great things in this war. Instead, she had returned with half her face disfigured and despised by everyone. She could barely tolerate these things, but what she found most unbearable was seeing how the soldiers idolized Carissa, how the generals protected her, and how even Rafael praised her.

and she was also able to attend the victory feast. Meanwhile, Aurora had to slink. back to her own

mood was

she refused to see anyone. She covered her face and went straight to her room, locking the

of a

and the remaining skin dark and rough, she looked like a village woman. Without her former confidence, brora felt as though she was no different from a

even if he was

himself, proving that he did not despise her looks. After all, if he valued appearances, he would haye seen that Carissa

for each other were genuine. They deeply loved one another, having declared

each other at Victory

trial, they would live happier lives than Carissa. As long as Carissa’s life was worse than

family. But in the end, she was still second–hand goods. Noble families and people of high moral character wouldn’t marry her; only those

like any of those suitors either. It seemed she was destined for

this, Aurora felt a bit more at

the door. “Madam Aurora, Madam Rebecca requests your

her mood souring at the thought of

of brocade fabric and went to Rebecca’s residence. Inside, her father in law, Jonathan, was also present. She gave