Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 943

Chapter 943

Heather lingered outside the room for a long while before slowly walking away, a deep unease settling in her chest. Ever since Harvey returned home, he seemed like a different

person.

There were also several unfamiliar faces in the estate. These strangers didn’t seem to regard her at all, despite the fact that she was a princess consort. When they crossed paths, they didn’t bow or step aside, walking straight past her as if she were invisible.

The sound of horses‘ hooves broke the stillness of the night, their rhythm jarring in the otherwise silent streets. The cobbled roads were deserted, with the capital’s nightlife limited to the lively areas in the east and west cities, or along the river. The cheer and laughter there never reached the quiet of the southern district.

As a horse neighed, then came to a sudden halt, the air seemed to hum with an unusual tension. The light from the lanterns on the carriage didn’t reach far, and the moon was hidden behind the clouds, leaving the surroundings eerily dark.

Travis held a riding whip and had a long blade strapped to his leg. He closed his eyes, listening intently to the slightest change in the air, his ears twitching as if to catch every

subtle sound.

its length coiling at her feet like a red serpent, ready to strike. Violet gripped her sword, her index finger lightly pressing against

their feet barely disturbing the dust beneath them–a clear testament to their mastery of the Lightfoot Skill.

his power like a thunderclap. He flicked the whip, drawing his blade with lightning speed. His

slicing down toward one of the attackers. The assassin narrowly dodged the fatal blow, but the long blade still drew blood, the scent of it fueling the

carriage, the two women burst through the curtains, Carissa’s long whip hissing like a striking serpent. The force of it sent two attackers reeling

Without even pausing to twirl the blade, she stepped on Carissa’s whip and leaped forward. With her deft hands, she sent her sword dancing in the air, creating a web–like shield of light that blocked the assassins

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Chapter 943

all eighteen martial arts techniques, he was especially deadly with his blade. He had expected that with so many people involved, capturing

take long for him to identify their weakness. The coachman and the swordswoman were both highly skilled fighters. Those two were difficult opponents, but on the other hand, Carissa seemed weaker. If he could just tie up the

to cut Travis‘ weapon in half. Icarus

felt their hands go numb, almost losing

powerful. It seemed that defeating him quickly would be impossible. However, a prolonged fight

cautiously moved toward Carissa with two of his men. He

moves.