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

don’t need to help me. I

on tighter, a playful pout in her tone. “No, I want to walk with you

helpless, plus there was an excruciating pain in his foot. He suspected he might have fractured a bone. Otherwise, it wouldn’t hurt

least he could lean on her a little, making the

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

Carissa to witness him fall. Then, his reflexes had betrayed him,

sky. The only thing he felt grateful for was that the trek up the mountain had taken so long, while the

waited for them at the base of the mountain, Rafael kept his eyes downcast, and as he caught sight of

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he couldn’t do that. He felt the sting of tears welling up in his eyes as he swung hima

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

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

though a thousand thoughts of