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.

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

many brave soldiers had died with their ambitions unfulfilled?

captured and tortured? To escape and form an intelligence

his mind, a chill ran down Barrett’s spine, freezing him

king hadn’t pursued the matter

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

only continue scraping by. Despair settled deep in his bones

far too difficult to obtain the success

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

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

he stood tall, his face filled with pride. In a moment like this,

the ground, their voices trembling

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

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them, families had come out to greet their loved ones, and each tearful embrace

he had none of his usual demeanor today. He wept like a

carriage, Carissa watched it

were separated by life and death, but unexpectedly, they experienced the

belong to her. She,