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.

on the Southern Frontier battlefield, 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

had died with their

tortured? To escape and form an intelligence network like they

thoughts of captivity and torture filled his mind, a chill ran

didn’t know what would ultimately become of the Victory Pass incident. The king hadn’t pursued

The new crown prince

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

far too difficult to obtain the success she

looked up 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

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

cry. No, he stood tall, his face filled with pride. In a moment like this,

before him, bowing their heads to the ground, their voices trembling as they said, “Dad,

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

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

and easygoing, but he had none of

Carissa watched

were separated by life and death, but unexpectedly, they

belong to her.