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

had died with their ambitions

tortured? To escape and form an intelligence network like they had–they were probably the

captivity and torture filled his mind, a chill ran down Barrett’s spine, freezing him to the

would ultimately become of the Victory Pass incident. The king hadn’t pursued the matter yet, but had sent people to

family. The new crown

while Barrett could only continue scraping by. Despair settled deep in his bones at

it was far too difficult to obtain

himself and Aurora. But in the thick crowd, no one noticed him. Their attention was fully captured by the eleven celebrated heroes and

focused on the heartwarming scene unfolding before

face filled with pride. In a moment like

their voices trembling as they said, “Dad, we haven’t

to their

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

Logan was usually playful and easygoing, but he had none of his usual demeanor today. He wept like a child in his elder brother’s arms, entirely forgetting that he was soon to be

inside the carriage, Carissa

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

ever belong