Her Majestic Battle Cry

Chapter 1370

It wasn’t until that moment that Yuvan fully realized the extent of his defe

His lips trembled, and his legs gave way as he collapsed to the ground. Panic and fear surged within him. He thought of the tragic fates of past traitors who tried to rebel, and was struck with a deep, bone–chilling coldness.

He had considered the consequences of failure before, but he always thought that if he failed, he would just face death bravely. At worst, he would end his own life to avoid further suffering

But now, locked in a cold, iron–barred cell with no weapons in hand, he realized how grim things had become. The walls were strong, but he might not die right away even if he charged headfirst into them.

There were guards outside the cell. If he didn’t die, he might suffer even more than this.

However, it wasn’t the fear of torture that pierced Yuvan the most–it was his unwillingness to accept this fate.

How had it come to this? Even in defeat, he should’ve had a group of loyal men to stand by him. He had a group of men with him now, but it was clear none of them shared the same purpose. They weren’t united in heart, and that realization dug into him like a knife.

His gaze turned to the two men beside him. His voice trembled, though it carried an edge of bitter laughter.

Have you

flooded his voice as he gripped Wayne’s sleeve.

carried the weariness of someone who

have been ambushed before reaching the city. We’ve been trapped here for half a month, and news has been slow to reach us. General Murray might have already subdued the chaos

attacking–they were waiting for General Murray to arrive! How did we miscalculate so

A victor is a king, and the defeated

his face in his hands, crying in anguish. “I don’t want to die! I just want to live with some dignity— just not be

“It’s you and Eleanor! You pulled me into this! I

through the prison

stations. Along the way, skilled men intercepted the carrier pigeons. Only one carrier pigeon managed to reach the capital–the one

a pigeon with a small white ribbon tied

get far before it was shot down

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the fifth of July, a light rain began to

away the bloodstains on the ground, which flowed together to form a faintly red stream. Clifford’s army didn’t have time to tend to the fallen soldiers