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.

unforgettable. Carissa would likely remember

doesn’t it?” she asked, noticing his

me. I can manage on

playful pout in her tone. “No, I want to

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 he might have fractured a bone. Otherwise, it wouldn’t

could lean on her a little, making the trek down the mountain a bit

help but wonder why he hadn’t reacted in time to stabilize himself and leverage that moment to spring up. His once–proud Lightfoot Skill had utterly failed him.

how embarrassing it would be for Carissa to witness him fall. Then, his reflexes had betrayed him,

the trek up the mountain had taken

caught sight of his trusty mount, a wave of frustration washed over him. He wanted to

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couldn’t do 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 struggled,

words of comfort–but nothing seemed appropriate given how ridiculous he had looked during his

the spring. I bet this place will be filled with blooming

a thousand thoughts of refusal churned in his