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.

said, “Alright, let’s go. I’ll take you to the

“We could stay home, enjoy some coffee by the fire, and

to 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 the mercy of women, and

the mood shouldn’t be so lighthearted. But seeing Hayden genuinely happy, he chose not to

relate. I’ve been at the mercy of women my whole

“Alright, don’t let me distract you from your duties. Go chop off heads or whatever. I’ll

pointed at the man on the execution ground. “It’s his head

Hayden chuckled as he led

Henry’s fate began to play. With the clang of Rafael’s command emblem hitting

a vivid red. But upon closer inspection, it was just the red sash around the executioner’s waist reflecting a flash of

blade was raised, fear exploded within Henry’s chest. His mind blanked out and

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

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blade severed his head halfway, leaving

crowd as blood gushed out, and many covered their

first strike hadn’t fully decapitated 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 the feeling

head rolled away