Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry 587

Chapter 587

Barrett was on duty today, tasked with helping the Capital Guard maintain order.

As the eleven young soldiers rode past him one by one, he carefully studied each of their faces. When his gaze fell on Thomas, he noticed that the once- handsome, striking figure seemed less radiant than before. A mix of

nostalgia and complex emotions stirred in his chest, along with a fleeting sense of inferiority.

Heroes.

Barrett had once been a hero too. When he returned from the Victory Pass battle, the citizens had cheered for him the same way.

But now?

Now, he had been reduced to a mere ninth–rank capital guard, stripped of the glory that once surrounded him. No longer the golden boy, no longer entrusted with important duties. Watching the eleven young soldiers, Barrett couldn’t shake the sense of being worlds apart, like a speck of dirt beneath

their feet.

If he was ever going to rise again, it would have to be through his brother–in- law’s support. Or perhaps, another war would break out, giving him the chance to earn military merits once more.

How foolish Barrett had been back then, always imagining things so idealistically. He had once thought military accomplishments were easily won. After all, back at Victory Pass, Wyatt Sullivan had taken a blade for him, losing an arm in the process.

and rivers of blood. Only then did he realize that earning glory on the battlefield was not as simple as Aurora

soldiers had died with their ambitions

escape and form an intelligence network like they had–they were probably the only

a chill

the Victory Pass incident. The king hadn’t pursued the matter yet, but had sent people to keep a close watch

family. The new crown prince wouldn’t

and glory belonged to someone else now, while Barrett could only continue scraping by. Despair settled deep in his bones at that moment, and his mind wandered

was far too difficult to obtain

if he were looking up at a past version of himself and Aurora. But in the thick crowd, no one noticed him. Their attention was fully captured by the eleven celebrated

the heartwarming

didn’t cry. No, he stood tall, his face filled with pride. In a moment like this, he wouldn’t

two sons knelt before him, bowing their heads to the ground, their voices trembling as they said, “Dad, we haven’t been the

He helped them to

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them, families had come out to greet their loved ones, and each tearful embrace was a sight that tugged at

was usually playful and easygoing, but he had none of his

carriage, Carissa watched it all

people thought they were separated by life and death, but unexpectedly, they experienced the joy of her cheeks as she realized this

ever belong to