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.

feet like a red serpent, ready to strike. Violet gripped her sword, her index finger lightly

sound, their feet barely disturbing the dust beneath them–a clear testament to their mastery of

prowess, his power like a thunderclap. He flicked the whip, drawing his blade with lightning speed. His Lightfoot Skill carried him as if he were

attackers. The assassin narrowly dodged the fatal

the curtains, Carissa’s long whip hissing like a striking serpent. The force

whip and leaped forward. With her deft hands, she sent her sword dancing in the air, creating a web–like shield

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Chapter 943

of all eighteen martial arts techniques, he was especially deadly with his blade. He had expected that with so many people involved, capturing Carissa would be a quick and easy task. But to his surprise, even with the ten or more men and himself, their first strike had been

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

down with powerful force. When the two blades collided, he expected to cut Travis‘ weapon in half.

flew. Both men felt their hands go numb, almost

defeating him quickly would be

signaled for the suicide soldiers to deal with Travis and Violet, then cautiously moved toward Carissa with two of his men. He

moves.