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 on the battlefield was not as simple as Aurora had once made it

brave soldiers had died with their

heroes, had been captured and tortured? To escape and form an intelligence network like they had–they were probably the only ones who could

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

hadn’t pursued the matter yet, but had sent people to keep

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

by. Despair settled deep in his bones at

too difficult to obtain the

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 noticed him. Their attention was fully captured by the eleven celebrated heroes and the man who had rescued them, the Hell

on the heartwarming scene unfolding before him–Richard’s three

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

before him, bowing their heads to the ground, their

wanted to weep, but he smiled instead. He helped them to their feet and said, “I have always been proud

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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 child in his elder brother’s arms, entirely

Carissa

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

down ever belong