Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry 816

Chapter 816

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Carissa found Chaya to be a truly remarkable young woman. She had grown up in such a harsh environment, yet her focus was solely on living each day to the fullest and not compromising herself when she could avoid it.

As for her dad, Chaya felt neither love nor hatred–just disdain.

Chaya turned to Carissa and asked, “If no one is there to collect his body after the execution, where will it end up? Will they hang it up for all to see?”

“If there are no family members to give him a proper burial, he’ll be given a quick burial. They’ll only display his body for all to see if he’s the mastermind behind the treason case,” Carissa replied.

Chaya hummed in response, her curiosity satisfied.

She returned to Hayden and remarked, “There are still some leftover pound cakes at home. Let’s eat those when we get back. They won’t taste good if they sit out for too long.”

“You don’t want to watch anymore?” Hayden asked.

“I’m afraid of blood. It’s better if I don’t see it,” Chaya replied.

still indulged her as usual and said, “Alright, let’s go. I’ll take you to the

scoffed. “We could stay home, enjoy some coffee by the fire, and roast a few pieces of lamb.

clear your mind. You’re such an ungrateful girl,” Hayden teased. Then, he turned to Rafael and sighed. “I’ve spent my whole life at

that they were at an execution ground and that the mood shouldn’t be so lighthearted. But seeing Hayden genuinely

been at the mercy of

let me distract you from your duties. Go chop

at the man on the execution ground. “It’s

chuckled as

Henry’s fate began to play. With the clang of

steel. For a moment, it appeared almost to have absorbed blood as it shimmered a vivid red. But upon closer inspection, it was just the

the moment the blade was raised, fear exploded within Henry’s chest. His mind

the plank from Henry’s back and swiftly swung the blade down.

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Chapter 816

the blade severed his head halfway, leaving it

as blood gushed out,

him, but it jolted Henry back to consciousness. He felt disoriented, unable to process the sensations–there was no pain, just a heat radiating from his neck and

away with