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.

would likely remember this day for the

it?” she asked, noticing

not too bad,” he replied, turning his head slightly. “Honestly, you don’t need to help me. I can manage on my own. Having you support me makes it seem like I’m

in her tone. “No,

and utterly helpless, plus there was

he could lean on her a little, making

hadn’t reacted in time to stabilize himself and leverage that moment to spring up. His once–proud Lightfoot Skill had utterly

that instant of chaos, all he could think about was how embarrassing it would be for Carissa to witness him fall. Then, his

his heavy gaze to the equally heavy sky. The only thing he felt grateful for was that the trek up the mountain had taken so long, while the descent

his eyes downcast, and as he caught sight of his trusty mount, a wave of frustration washed over him. He wanted to bury his face in

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swung hima omo

wanting to offer some words of comfort–but nothing seemed appropriate given how ridiculous he had looked during

should come back in the spring. I bet this place will be filled with blooming flowers

Rafael nodded, though a thousand thoughts of refusal churned