Blood Spattered at the City Gate

The messenger who had received the reward hurriedly expressed his thanks, then gave a rough account of the situation at the front.

As Farrant watched the messenger describe the splendid battles at the front with great enthusiasm, joy filled her face as well. Everything had finally been settled, and the matter she had always worried about had not occurred. It was a happy ending for everyone.

When the messenger mentioned that Sir Andrew had led troops to stop the Temple Knights' charge, Farrant's expression changed instantly.

"You mean my brother also fought on the battlefield?" Farrant's brows shot up as she stared sternly at the messenger.

"Y-yes, Your Majesty..." The messenger's expression gradually turned troubled. He realized that he had left out something extremely important.

"How is he now?" Farrant hurriedly asked.

"He..." The messenger stammered, "Sir Andrew, he..."

"What happened to him?" Farrant glared at the messenger. In that instant, he felt an immense pressure. Only then did he remember that the woman before him had once been a commander who had fought on battlefields and caused His Majesty the Emperor tremendous trouble.

The messenger could only summon his courage and say, "Sir Andrew... while leading his troops to intercept the enemy, his heart stopped because of a lack of oxygen... He has already made the ultimate sacrifice!"

"What!" Farrant instantly stood up, her mind reeling for a moment.

If the two maids beside her had not been quick enough to catch her, she would probably have taken a nasty fall.

The two carefully helped Farrant to the bed. After sitting down, Farrant finally managed to recover.

"My brother! Are you saying my brother is dead?" Farrant's eyes turned bloodshot as she glared sharply at the messenger before her. She looked like a tiger ready to devour a person,