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

many brave soldiers had died with their

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

mind, a chill

Victory Pass incident. The king hadn’t pursued the matter yet, but had sent people

shift in power, so too would the Warren family. The new crown prince wouldn’t be as

in his bones at that moment, and

was far too difficult to obtain

Aurora. But in the thick crowd, no

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

his face filled with pride. In

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

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

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had come out to greet their loved ones, and each tearful embrace was a

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

carriage, Carissa watched

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

belong