Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 867

Chapter 867

It was both frustrating and amusing.

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Carissa supported the limping Rafael as they slowly made their way down the mountain. His hair was at mess, sticking up in a strange, wet clump after hitting the snow, creating an odd, wild look.

His face was a patchwork of bruises–blue, purple, and red. The red came from a cut that had bled; luckily, the wounds were shallow and, combined with the cold, had stopped bleeding quickly. A lump the size of an egg swelled on his forehead, a sight that was both pitiful and funny.

Fighting, strategizing, and governing were all his strengths, but games like this? He was utterly lost. Sliding down the slope had turned into a comical disaster.

Who knew skiing could be so hazardous?

Everyone knew, not to underestimate water, but mountains could be just as treacherous–especially mountains that only got covered with snow during the coldest days of winter, hiding sharp rocks just beneath the surface. The terrain here was nothing like the Southern Frontier, and back then he at least had armor. Here, he had none.

Rafael was mortified. He never expected that a simple act of skiing could result in such a humiliating tumble. He had hoped for a rare day off to bond with Carissa and create some meaningful memories they could cherish when they were older.

certainly unforgettable. Carissa would likely remember this

it?” she asked,

help me. I can manage on my

on tighter, a playful pout in her tone.

this had been any other time, Rafael would have been thrilled. But right now, he felt defeated and utterly helpless, plus there was an excruciating pain in his foot. He suspected

her a little, making the trek down the mountain a bit

himself and leverage that moment to spring up. His once–proud Lightfoot Skill had utterly failed

he could think about was how embarrassing it would be for Carissa

for was that the trek up the mountain had taken so

he caught sight

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Chapter 867

that. He felt the sting of tears welling up in his eyes as he swung hima omo the horse, trying in vain to tame his wild hair. The more he

nothing seemed appropriate

the spring. I bet this place will be filled with

thousand thoughts