The Valkyrie Returns and Slays (Raven) novel Chapter 358

Raven’s voice was cold and sharp. The crowd immediately turned toward her.

Under their gaze, Raven, walking beside the hospital bed, had somehow stopped without anyone noticing. Her eyes locked onto the nurse, cold and unfathomable.

The surrounding medical staff felt the oppressive weight of her presence and instinctively held their breath.

The nurse, meeting Raven’s gaze, unconsciously took two steps back. But then, her eyes flicked to Raver’s civilian clothes, and a mocking smile appeared. “And who do you think you are?

“Did I say something wrong? Captain Henderson is a regular at the hospital. I’ve never seen him win any major battles, and his kill count barely scrapes into double digits. If that’s not trash, then what is?”

The soldiers under Miles’s command trembled with barely restrained fury. True, they hadn’t won many battles. On the contrary, they had suffered devastating losses over time.

But in every single one of those battles, they fought against enemies who outnumbered them at least two to one. They had protested countless times about the unfair missions handed down to them, but the only response they ever received was,” As soldiers, your duty is to obey orders.”

No one doubted that if it were a battle between evenly matched people, with Miles’s strength and wisdom, they would almost be able to crush the enemy.

Yet, in those people’s eyes, Miles, who swore unwavering loyalty to the nation, was nothing more than a “sympathy–seeking failure” who used his injuries to curry favor with the higher–ups.

At that moment, years of pent–up frustration over the endless, impossible missions and the bitterness of seeing Miles’s sacrifices dismissed as worthless threatened to consume their reason.

“Heh… Haha…” Suddenly, a hoarse, mocking laugh broke the tense silence. It came from Damian, one of the soldiers. The surrounding medical staff frowned at the sound. But before anyone could react, Damian’s voice erupted like a thunderclap, shaking everyone to their core, “Do you think our Commander’s record is as pathetic as you make it out to be? “Use your brain for once and think, you uncultured swine! If our commander hid in the back during battles, wouldn’t he just run at the first sign of trouble? Why would he always end up so badly injured?