Her Majestic Battle Cry

Her Majestic Battle Cry Chapter 1073

Chapter 1073

Carissa hesitated for a moment before finally taking the letter.

She sat down on the wooden chest, holding the letter in her hands for a long time before carefully unfolding it.

Wade had never been fond of reading. He preferred carpentry, crafting mechanisms, and excelling in martial arts. Dominic had often chastised him, accusing him of neglecting serious pursuits. Even as a military officer, Wade was expected to understand military strategy and tactics, not just rely on brute strength. Dominic had forced Wade to study through threats and even the occasional caning

But effort without interest–and a near–total lack of talent–meant Wade had never made much progress in academics. His handwriting was notoriously messy. He had once joked that his strokes were a masterpiece of wild grace, a chaotic dance of dragons and snakes that only the truly enlightened could appreciate.

Remembering his words, Carissa glanced at the haphazard script and couldn’t help but

agree.

Fortunately, she could make out the general meaning, even if a few words eluded her. What mattered was the content.

The letter explained the concealed weapon’s usage. The mechanism required a slight offset to hit its intended target, just as they had just tested.

It wasn’t a deliberate design choice, Wade clarified in the letter, but rather the result of a rushed process. The war was looming, and there hadn’t been time for refinements. He had promised to make improvements once the battles were over and send her a perfected version as a gift the following year.

He also mentioned the throwing knives, describing how their streamlined shape allowed them to cut through the air at great speed. The thin, razor–sharp blade required less inner force to use, relying instead on skillful technique.

Wade ended the letter by mentioning several designs for other hidden weapons, already sketched and awaiting construction after the war. Once completed, he planned to send them all to her.

with an unabashed confidence that no one in the

the Hetter. He was lost in his thoughts, remembering Wade’s sacrifice. Wade had fallen at the battle of Victory Pass when Leroy had first appeared. It was the war’s opening skirmish, a disastrous ambush that caught them unprepared. Wade’s life had been one of many lost

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that ill–fated engagement.

folded the letter slowly–once, twice, three times until it was a small square. She opened

her cheeks, dripping onto the backs of her hands. She didn’t wipe them away. Instead, she turned to another chest. There was still one more box left from her uncle. When she

the box. Placed neatly on top of its contents, the

item at a time. Inside, she found a fox fur cloak, leather hides, and warm winter clothing. There was even a pair of white fox fur gloves, so soft and plush that within moments of wearing them, her hands

to the other chests, opening them one by

of shoes. Carissa recognized her grandmother’s handiwork in the stitching–two pairs of embroidered shoes and two pairs of soft lambskin boots, each a testament to

clothes, a few pieces of high–quality emerald still uncut, but no gold

everyone.

pulling out a few tiny outfits -both for boys and girls. He also uncovered

must have made them, likely around the time she married Barrett. Back then, her life had seemed predetermined–marriage, children, managing the household,

the future Melanie had always envisioned

was meticulous, and the craftsmanship brought the little tigers to life. Carissa imagined that any child lucky enough to wear such shoes would surely

everything back into the box, except for the shoes

bracelet, now fully loaded with needles, she slid onto her wrist. It

want to wear them?”

another chest.

gift