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.

returning to the capital, Carissa was able to ride in the king’s carriage to receive the citizens‘ congratulations, and she was also able

mood was

anyone. She covered her face and went straight to her room, locking

in front of a bronze

candle to Carissa’s, and now, with half her face disfigured and the remaining skin dark and rough, she looked like a village woman. Without her former confidence,

cared for her, even if he was struggling

all, if he valued appearances, he would haye seen that

genuine. They deeply loved one another, having declared their intentions and

each other

would live happier lives than Carissa. As

now a highly sought–after general, with the added prestige of her family. But in the end, she was still second–hand goods. Noble families and people of high moral character wouldn’t marry her;

she wouldn’t like any of those suitors either. It seemed she was destined

felt a bit more at

at the door. “Madam Aurora, Madam Rebecca requests your

her mood souring at

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