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.

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

soldiers had died with

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

torture filled his mind, a chill ran down

hadn’t pursued the matter yet, but had sent people

too would the Warren family. The new crown prince wouldn’t be as

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 to something Aurora had once said with such conviction:

was far too

at the eleven young heroes. It 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

on the heartwarming scene unfolding before him–Richard’s three sons stepping forward

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

ground, their voices trembling as they said, “Dad,

instead. He helped them to their feet and said, “I

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to greet their loved ones, and each tearful embrace was a sight that tugged

sobbing openly as he clung to his adoptive brother, Felix. Logan was usually playful and easygoing, but he had none of his usual demeanor today.

carriage, Carissa

and death, but unexpectedly, they experienced the joy of her cheeks as

Tears streamed down ever belong to