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

brave soldiers had died

an intelligence network like

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

of the Victory Pass incident. The king hadn’t pursued the matter yet, but had sent people to keep a close watch on the

The new crown prince wouldn’t be as concerned with preserving their reputation as the current king of

could only continue scraping by. Despair settled deep in his bones at that moment, and his mind wandered to something Aurora had once said with such conviction: All she

too difficult to obtain the success

of himself and Aurora. But in the thick crowd, no

heartwarming scene unfolding before him–Richard’s

he stood tall, his face filled with pride. In a moment like this, he wouldn’t let

two sons knelt before him, bowing their heads to the ground, their voices trembling as they said,

smiled instead. He helped them to their

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loved ones, and each tearful embrace

usually playful and easygoing, but he had none of his usual demeanor today. He

Carissa

they

down ever belong to her. She, her