Her Majestic Battle Cry

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The crowd turned their heads at once and saw a horse galloping toward them, dust billowing in its wake. Its rider was wrapped in the warm sunlight, making it hard to see his face clearly.

It looked like who they were expecting, but maybe it wasn’t.

Louis and Timothy both looked up sharply, their eyes instantly reddening. A lump caught in their throats, and they were too overwhelmed to even shout

He wasn’t wearing armor–just the plain, rough clothes of a commoner. From a distance, he appeared ordinary and unremarkable.

The man reined in his horse before the gathered soldiers, his gaze slowly sweeping across them. His face turned slowly, allowing the people in the front row to see it with crystal clarity.

After a long, stunned silence, the crowd erupted into jubilant cries.

“It’s Marshal Sanford! The marshal has returned!”

“Marshal Sanford isn’t dead!”

“With Marshal Sanford here, we’ll surely win!”

“Victory is ours!”

The cheers came in waves, each one louder than the last. It was as if the frustrations of the last battle, the smothered anger, and the hatred for Oliver had all been released at that moment.

The generals watched, tears welling in their eyes. Since Oliver’s cowardly retreat, they had not seen morale so high.

Some people just needed to stand there before the crowd. They didn’t need to do or say anything, yet they could ignite a spark of power and hope in everyone around them.

was the

would think this way. Rafael raised his sword high and called out, “A mere 200,000 enemy soldiers? We’ve defeated them before! We are the new

“We don’t!”

echoed into

forward through the ranks, his voice growing louder. “Tell me, can you defeat

“Yes, sir!”

The roar was deafening!

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anyone a coward? Step

“No, sir!”

stood proud

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shone on Rafael’s face, casting a heroic glow over him. He looked every inch the War God people claimed him to be. His voice rang out with undeniable

soldiers, stretching as far as the eye could see, raised their arms in unison, roaring at the top of their lungs, “Sir,

composed of the original Southern Frontier Army, the Sinclair Army, and the Hell Monarch Army, raised their banners high

over and over, until their throats were raw. Yet the fervor of their words did

had plagued them for so long, shaking their confidence. They had almost forgotten that they were once the undefeated Southern Frontier Army,

the flames of their determination had been rekindled, and they longed for nothing more than to march onto the battlefield and fight

voice ringing out

are no deserters in the Southern Frontier! Those who fled are nothing but cowardly traitors, and they

our home. Every inch of land has been stained with the blood of our comrades. We

they’ll have to step

fight a glorious battle, one that will make His Majesty and all his court see us in

carried across the training field, his words powered by his inner force, reaching every soldier with unwavering

response, the air was filled with the sounds of rallying cries, hands raised in passionate cheers,