Amber Sword

"Please wait a moment, Lord of Priest." Yura suddenly spoke up, sitting aside.

"Hmm?"

Everyone turned to look at the blind girl.

...

A long spear appeared in Freya’s sight, a Thunder Arc jumped from the gun blade to the Minotaur. The gun blade thrust forward, piercing the monster’s chest, a burst of blood arrowed out, and then the long ponytailed girl pulled out the spear, causing the monster to crash to the ground.

She looked at her, a bit of curiosity in her golden eyes, then reached out her hand, "Are you... Freya?"

"I am." Freya recognized the girl, "Are you Qian?"

The girl smiled slightly, revealing adorable tiger teeth, "Yes."

"Have you seen Medisha, Freya?"

Freya shook her head, holding her shoulder wound with one hand, a bit frantic as she looked around. Soon she saw Nemesia lying in the ruins.

"Senior Sister Lord."

Her heart tightened, and she rushed over. The black-haired Female Knight had her eyes closed, breath as faint as gossamer, a Feathered Arrow pierced her chest - yet despite that, her hand still tightly gripped the White Lion Legion’s Battle Banner.

As if hearing Freya’s call, Nemesia struggled to open her eyes, squinting her beautiful eyes at Freya. "Freya, listen carefully..."

"Senior Sister..."

"Hold this Battle Banner...you’re the Commander now."

"How can I..."

Have we already failed?

Freya looked at that face, which seemed serious due to maintaining a cold expression, but she always felt Nemesia’s care for her was more like that of a family member, she should say like an older sister; she had no sister, nor a brother, hence she cherished this feeling greatly.

Nemesia gave her a weak smile, a smile uglier than crying.

"Go now, Freya."

"But you?"

"I won’t die..." Nemesia showed a smile uglier than crying, "Go now, it’s an order, you fool. I trust you..."

Why trust me? Freya didn’t understand, why both Nemesia and Brand always trusted her unconditionally. Even though she could do nothing, nor learn anything, compared to others, as clumsy as an ugly duckling.

Everyone had fallen, Senior Sister, Callo, Enlock, and Mou Ke, only Breson and Kagris were still making the last stand. She turned around, watching the sporadic battles near Medao Village, without command, defeat seemed imminent.

What could she do?

But Nemesia seemed to see the girl’s confusion, gave her a slight smile, mouthed a sentence to her. Freya didn’t understand its meaning, but the mercenary Qian understood.

’Because you’re a Valkyrie, silly child.’

"Because it’s my request, Freya, okay?" Nemesia weakly asked.

This sentence made the girl from Buqi clench her fist instantly. On the entire battlefield, the White Lion Legion’s soldiers had started retreating.

But Freya turned around, "Qian."

The long ponytailed girl looked at her puzzled.

"Can you help me?"

Qian didn’t answer. She knew Brand’s trust in this girl, because she had been with Brand the longest, Brand never shied away from sighing about the people and things around him, she was very content with such life, though she just listened quietly.

Then she nodded.

"Thank you." Freya took the White Lion Legion’s Battle Banner, deeply inhaled. Although the tension wasn’t washed off her, she took one last look at Nemesia.

She leaned the Female Knight on the embrasure, earnestly replied, "Senior Sister Lord, I will let this Battle Banner shine on the battlefield, as long as I am alive."

"Erune will not perish--"

...

The death of Marquis Balta was like the final death knell for Bunoan Guard City, at that moment the entire battlefield seemed to collapse. Yet in various corners of the city, the White Lion Legion’s officers continued to stand their ground in the last battles.

"Owen, do you remember that book called Vine’s Summer?"

Wearing silver-grey armor, the young officer of the White Lion Legion stood in the heavy rain, seemingly not yet recovered from the defeat. Marquis Balta died, and the White Lion Legion seemed truly at its end after a streak of failures.

Countless Demons roared towards the city walls, bringing a sense of despair.

"We have failed, Charlotte, don’t mention your book anymore."

"Yes, I feel that way too, Owen. So order the soldiers to open the South Gate of the Guard City, shall we retreat from there."