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.

blood. Only then did he realize that earning glory on the battlefield

many brave soldiers had died with

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

captivity and torture filled his mind, a chill

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

in power, so too would the Warren family. The new crown

now, while Barrett could only continue scraping by. Despair settled deep in his

was far too difficult to obtain the

looking up at a past version of himself and Aurora. But in

didn’t notice Barrett either. His attention was focused on the heartwarming scene unfolding before him–Richard’s three sons stepping

didn’t cry. No, he stood tall, his face filled with pride. In

his two sons knelt before him, bowing their heads to the ground, their voices trembling

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 sight that tugged at the

of his usual demeanor today. He wept like

the carriage, Carissa

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

Tears streamed down ever belong