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.

horrors of war–the brutal siege, mountains of corpses, and rivers of blood. Only then did he realize that earning glory on the battlefield was not as simple as Aurora had once made it

many brave soldiers had died

how many, like the eleven young heroes, had been captured and tortured? To escape and form an intelligence network like they had–they were probably the only ones who could pull off such a

captivity and torture filled his mind, a chill ran down

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

family. The new crown prince wouldn’t

someone else now, while Barrett could only continue scraping by. Despair settled deep in his bones at that moment, and his mind wandered to something Aurora had once said with such conviction: All she

success. But it was far too difficult to

past version of himself and Aurora. But in the thick crowd, no one noticed him.

either. His attention was focused on the heartwarming scene unfolding before

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

the ground, their voices trembling as they said, “Dad, we haven’t been the sons you deserved, but we’ve

smiled instead. He helped them to their feet and said, “I have always been proud of

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their loved ones, and each tearful embrace was a sight

he had none of his usual demeanor today. He wept

carriage, Carissa watched it all

they experienced the joy of her cheeks as she realized this

ever belong to her. She, her