Amber Sword

But Nemesia doesn’t seem to be an archer, does she?

"You want it?"

"No," Nemesia shook her head, not hiding it, "It’s not for me, but for the Princess."

"The Princess?" Does Princess Griffine use a bow? It doesn’t seem necessary. But Brand suddenly realized that Nemesia indeed was considering for the Princess — because surely Princess Griffine would give this ring to her brother, hoping that the inheritance of the Wind Elf could change the timid nature of the Young Prince.

But can an inheritance really change a person’s character? I doubt it. Brand didn’t think much of it, he replied, "Yes, it can be done, but the Soul Imprint Ring is very special, the inheritance also requires the approval of the Heroic Soul."

Nemesia immediately turned her gaze to the tearful Otarais.

The Elf Girl was still sobbing. Noticing their gaze, she sniffed and stopped. Then, with red eyes, she seriously shook her head at Nemesia, "It’s not possible, I’ve already selected someone."

"You’ve already selected someone?"

Brand was startled. This lass has only seen him and Nemesia since being summoned, right? Maybe she chose Williams, but that doesn’t seem likely either, as we haven’t seen Williams use a bow.

"I chose you, Senior Sister Nemesia." The Elf Girl unexpectedly spoke, pointing at Nemesia.

Brand felt a bit awkward, not because Otarais chose Nemesia as her heir, but because she called Nemesia "Sister". Knowing that Otarais seems to be a Heroic Soul over a thousand years old—although, to be fair, when Otarais sacrificed herself, her mental age was indeed only sixteen. From that perspective, calling her "Sister" isn’t wrong.

"Me?" Nemesia was slightly taken aback, "But I don’t use a bow."

"I don’t use a bow either," Otarais widened her eyes, seemingly only now noticing the longbow on her back, "Oh, Sister, you mean this; I think it looks nice on the back, that’s why I followed my teacher’s example. Actually, I am a wizard."

"You...!" Brand instantly held his forehead, with titles like Blade Knight, a teacher who is a Holy Shooter, carrying a longbow, wearing leather armor, and then declaring to be a wizard, Wind Elf—no, Fog Elf—it’s just absurd.

"But... I’m also not a wizard." Nemesia, too, felt a bit helpless with her.

"Wizard? Is that what you call wizards in this era? But it doesn’t matter!" Otarais suddenly became serious, "Senior Sister Nemesia, I sense you have an extraordinary magic talent, and you’re still young. I believe someday you’ll become a great wizard."

Nemesia fell silent.

Brand looked at her curiously, not knowing why Otarais’ claim that she had outstanding wizard talent caused a slight stir in his heart. Perhaps it’s because it’s too coincidental; ’she’ is indeed a very excellent wizard.

But she shook her head, "I don’t want to become a wizard."

"Huh?" Otarais was stunned, "Why not? Wizards are very powerful, and magic is beautiful."

Brand frowned slightly, not knowing why he seemed to catch a glimpse of a noticeable struggle in the female knight’s expression just now.

"Let me think about it." Nemesia answered.

"Alright then." The Elf Girl was visibly confident, clearly very confident in her magic, and her previously pitiful demeanor seemed to vanish. She clutched her chest with one hand and said, "By the way, the magic I specialize in is String Magic, Ancient String Magic."

"Dragon Clan Magic."

Brand was shocked.

Nemesia couldn’t help but lift her head slightly. String Magic, after the library at Babel Tower was burned, was divided into ancient and modern phases. After that, this exclusive magic of the Dragon Clan evolved into a subordinate branch, the so-called Modern String Magic. By today, unless specified otherwise, String Magic often refers to Modern String Magic.

But Ancient String Magic only ever has one meaning, which is Dragon Clan Magic.

Brand never expected there to be someone skilled in Dragon Clan Magic among the Fog Elf’s Twenty-Four Knights. Indeed, ancient heroes are legendary monsters, even the wizards of Bujia never learned Dragon Clan Magic.

No wonder she’s so confident; she indeed has grounds for confidence.

If it were me, Brand thought, I might just agree. After all, it’s Dragon Clan Magic. Dragon Clan Magic and modern magic are entirely different systems. In fact, most spells in modern Law Magic that request the power of the War Dragon Tiamat are derived from Dragon Clan Magic—for instance, Char’s Dragon Strike that obliterated half of the Ande Fulei Grand Temple.

And Dragon Clan Magic goes further, being spells that have obtained Tiamat’s power, said to be the most destructive spells.

In comparison, the Elemental Mage’s magic is as tame as a kitten.

Yet, Nemesia remained unmoved; she thought for a moment and calmly said, "Let’s continue checking the spoils of war."

At that moment, Brand just wanted to say, "No, Sis, you should go learn magic. Leave the glorious and arduous task of examining bodies to me."

But his inner thoughts were, of course, unheard by Nemesia. The female knight also removed a bracelet from Williams’s body—more specifically, it looked like a wrist guard, made of flowing silver and shaped like part of a claw extending forward.

"Hmm... this bracelet?" Nemesia was slightly taken aback, probably because she’d never seen flowing metal stabilize into a specific shape like this.

"Holy crap!"

Brand was overwhelmed with shock at that moment, because if he wasn’t mistaken, this bracelet was one of the top-quality pieces of equipment dropped by the Wind Elf players at the Wind Queen Temple after killing Williams in the future:

Flowing Firefly.

Or also known as the Torch of Knowledge, one of the Holy Relics of the Sky Dragon Crystal.

"This..." Brand was unsure if this ’Senior Sister’s’ hand was considered lucky or unlucky.

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(PS: Taking a small break today, 3000 words~ I’ll continue at a steady pace for a while, preparing for the next burst.)(To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)