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.

Violet gripped her sword, her index finger lightly pressing against the hilt’s opening. With a mere flick, the blade would slide free

than ten shadowy figures descended without a sound, their feet barely disturbing

Travis unleashed his battle prowess, his power like a thunderclap. He flicked the whip, drawing his blade with lightning speed. His Lightfoot

toward one of the attackers. The assassin narrowly dodged the fatal blow, but the long blade still drew blood, the

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

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

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knife. Master 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

The coachman and the swordswoman were both highly skilled fighters. Those two were difficult opponents, but on the other

expected to cut Travis‘ weapon in half. Icarus believed his blade, infused with inner force, would be as sharp

sparks flew. Both men felt their hands go numb, almost losing their grip on their

Travis was skilled, but hadn’t expected his inner force to be so powerful. It seemed that defeating him quickly would be impossible. However, a prolonged fight was out of

deal with Travis and Violet, then cautiously moved

moves.