Amber Sword

"The Travel Mage’s world is the reflection of the World Law. Yet, history and causality are a kind of law as well," Char responded within his soul.

"But what does that matter? I can’t possibly be a Highland Knight..." Brand found it hard to accept, as if someone had told him that a lie repeated enough times could eventually become the truth, it kind of overturned his values. Because he knew better than anyone who he truly was.

He was Sophie, also Brand, and he wasn’t even a noble; he used to be a gaming nerd, and now he’s just a fool with a hero’s dream. In his past life, he had no connections to this world, and in this life, he’s merely the son of a mill master.

The only connection he might have with nobles is perhaps his mother, who was a Catedrago.

He suddenly froze.

Why would the Catedrago leave the Karasu High Plateau? They have been nobles on the highland for generations, generations married to Highland Knights, how could his mother have married into the Brags? Throughout this life, he has always avoided thinking about his family, the deepest impression in his memory perhaps being his grandfather who participated in the ’November War’.

But after the Golden Tree, all this was severed, and he intentionally refrained from disturbing Brand’s past peaceful life.

However, today, everything seemed to converge again, forming something he could not ignore.

Char looked at him, "——From a certain moment, you became a true Highland Knight, Lord, you should understand this."

"No," Brand shook his head, "I still don’t quite understand. Even if you say I might have some connection to the Highland Knights, as far as I know, the legacy of the Highland Knights is not like..."

"Indeed," Char smiled mysteriously, "Lord, perhaps you should think carefully, why did you summon me? And how is the Highland Knight’s legacy?"

This was no trouble for Brand, the precepts of the Highland Knights were inscribed on the ancient stone tablets of the Karasu High Plateau, passed down through generations, many travelers and poets have spread these precepts. As a player, he remembers clearly—Highland Knights are passed down through generations, the connection of blood cannot be severed, from the moment his descendants received the sword from their ancestor, he embarked on this path.

But before he could finish this sentence, he suddenly froze.

His face turned snow-white.

The sword in his hand fell to the ground with a ’clang’.

Char smiled silently.

"Moreover, my swordsmanship is quite good, I’m not boasting, that old officer praised me personally, saying my swordsmanship was the best among the students this term."

"The door to my bedroom isn’t far from me, thanks to Lord Martha, I only need to dash a few steps to see my sword lying there quietly."

"That sword is also one of my family heirlooms, my grandfather once took it to battle, supposedly he served as an attendant to a knight for a time, and this sword was awarded to him by Sir Knight—"

"That sword ought to be of the thirty-second year standard, with ivy markings on it, to commemorate the victory of the Golan-Elsen Plateau battle."

"I remember that year, Your Majesty altered the cavalry sword’s standard, changing the sword length from the original length of two arms to one and a half, and the copper ornament on the guard was replaced with ordinary iron flowers to cut costs for the lengthening ’November War’.

"

Brand couldn’t hear anything anymore, just felt his mind roaring. As if something had exploded inside. He closed his eyes, only feeling like he was a complete fool.

What thirty-second year standard sword, what commemorating the victory of the Golan-Elsen Plateau battle, he truly was a fool. The ones who participated in the Golan-Elsen Plateau battle were precisely the Highland Knights, he should have remembered all this, yet he deliberately ignored it and was misled by Brand’s memories, he had forgotten the most important thing.

Brand stayed dazed for quite some time before finally snapping back to reality. Fortunately, he still had the other half of his soul within him, preventing him from being unable to accept this fact. In fact, quite the opposite, he quickly calmed down—after cursing Brand as a fool, he looked at the whole thing with Sophie’s eyes, and then everything seemed simple and clear.

He raised his head, looking at Char, Ou Fuwei’er, Nemesia, and Princess, it seemed the only people present who understood the truth were these four.