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.

on the Southern Frontier battlefield, Barrett had witnessed the true 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

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and form an intelligence

captivity and torture filled his mind, a chill ran down

The king hadn’t pursued the matter yet, but had sent people to keep a close

The new crown

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

it was far too difficult to obtain the

almost felt as 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 heroes and the man who had

Barrett either. His attention was focused on the heartwarming scene unfolding before him–Richard’s three sons stepping

his face filled with pride. In a moment like this, he wouldn’t let

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

to weep, but he smiled instead. He helped them to their feet and said, “I have always

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greet their loved ones, and each tearful embrace was

but he had none of his usual demeanor today. He wept like a child in his elder brother’s arms, entirely forgetting that

Carissa watched

they were separated by life and death, but unexpectedly, they experienced the joy of her cheeks

Tears streamed down ever belong