Amber Sword

Only by truly changing the future of Erune will everything that happens today, the people who die, be of value.

As for the reasons for Sugar Jar and Gallock joining, it was even simpler, he couldn’t just let a little girl who lost her combat capability go to her death. Moreover, she had saved him and the Princess before. The old wizard who had lost his combat capability also considered it similarly.

When Brand voiced his thoughts, the surroundings fell into silence. Indeed, who would willingly go to their death? At least Brand himself wouldn’t be so willing. Because this attempt is entirely different in meaning from previous ventures; this time their task is to die.

He lifted his head, looking at the indistinct faces of everyone in the rain curtain—just like during the times in the "Amber Sword," looking at the faces of each like-minded comrade leaving in the red canyon.

"I’m sorry, but we have no way out," Brand answered. "I hope everyone at least helps me one last time; I don’t want to deceive you. Today, here, the best case is we might win; the worst, I at least hope to die together with all of you."

Brand didn’t think he had the right to ask anyone to die for some purpose, no matter how noble that purpose might be. Half of his soul comes from modern times, already rooted with certain deeply ingrained thoughts, like all men are created equal.

At that moment, he felt for the first time that some players’ thoughts might not be suitable for this World. Because he couldn’t treat everyone like NPCs, they were living lives. Even though by now he’s used to adventuring like a player, until this adventure dragged everyone into it.

The Princess wasn’t his Princess, Erune wasn’t his Erune alone. Perhaps he knew all of this was right, but comparing idealism to reality, he might not have the right to choose for others.

Especially for those who lived generations on this land, perhaps survival is the most important choice. Until this moment, Brand suddenly understood, this was not wavering, but unprecedented maturity.

To want to give and receive something, one must first learn to take responsibility.

In the face of true death, Brand finally understood this.

Only now did he suddenly understand a bit of Reid’s thoughts. He couldn’t help but look at the old White Lion Legion’s former commander.

Reid was also watching him.

In the elder’s eyes, there was only admiration.

Reid was silent in his heart because the elder suddenly realized his mistake. If life is only about survival, what purpose does this ancient Kingdom have? Eruein people are descendants of the King of Flames; they left Kruz to resist the tyranny of the nobles.

If such ideals cannot be maintained, then what meaningful existence does Erune have?

Whether it’s Brand in front of him, or the youth of the White Lion Legion, they are the Kingdom’s best. Their ideals are so similar, they should not be fighting against each other.

Actually, Brand was wrong about one thing. That is, this is Vorn, not his original World. Here, not everyone would agree with some of his thoughts—

The Knights stared in amazement at the young Lord.

They simply couldn’t think of why he needed to apologize to them; his noble conduct illuminating this moment was enough to raise Erune’s flag once more. It was Brand who brought all of this, making them feel as though they were back in the era when the glorious flag still shone over the plain.

What had he done wrong?

Everyone genuinely felt such respect, Brand told them it wasn’t him who led them to become heroes. It was they who chose this path; he shared the glory with everyone.

What more could they be dissatisfied with?

In everyone’s heart remained only endless admiration. When Lord Marsha bestowed life with a soul, she endowed them with the noblest qualities; in this moment, such qualities shone brightly in this downpour. A mother’s expectations seemed to rest upon each person.

"Lord, please don’t say that," the Knights couldn’t help but answer: "If we still have grievances, how would Erune’s ancestors view us?"

"The noblest actions are all here; I would only feel honored for my own choices," the old wizard also sighed: "Please remove me from the other list, for Lord, you have no right to deprive this old bag of bones of its honor. Even though I am a wizard, I still have hot blood, because I am still Eruein."