Amber Sword

"No——!" He almost screamed, but it was too late; Nemesia had already moved aside the corpses of several Templars, and then those terrifying Black Hands dragged up Williams’ body as well.

At that moment, Ben felt as if ten thousand alpacas were galloping through his heart.

"What’s wrong?" The Female Knight heard his abrupt scream, slightly startled, and turned to look at him.

"...Do those knights have any spoils of war?"

"Oh, I checked. The magic power has dissipated severely; all I found were a few Flame Pattern Longswords from the Holy Temple," Nemesia replied without changing her expression. "However, they’re not bad swords; our Kingdom doesn’t have this forging technology."

Ben’s vision went black for a moment.

In fact, the moment she went to the corpses Ben had a bad premonition, because this woman looked too much like Senior Sister, giving him an instinctive sense of crisis that their Black Hands might be exactly the same.

Still, he held onto a sliver of luck, but Nemesia’s answer immediately shattered his last shred of hope. The fact that the corpse of a dignified Templar could only yield a standard longsword was beyond the description of a Black Hand. At that moment, Ben thought that Senior Sister’s face was not as black as hers.

"Wil...Williams?"

"Haven’t checked yet," Nemesia, oblivious to the fact that the man in front of her probably wanted to push her down, replied earnestly. "I’ll take a look."

"No—!" Ben seemed to be hammered on the spot, but before he could shout, he saw Nemesia removing a ring from Williams’ hand.

Ben was immediately stupefied.

It was a silver ring with a very unique pattern on it.

"This ring seems not to have its magic power dissipated yet," the Female Knight examined it and answered seriously.

"Ben!" Otarais suddenly called out.

Ben immediately nodded, "I understand."

At that moment, the two had already clearly seen the pattern on that ring, a pattern divided into nine branches, each so familiar to him. Because it was precisely the Wind Queen’s Holy Mark of Saint Ausor.

The second Wind Queen’s Ring.

At that moment, Ben finally understood why Williams recognized his swordsmanship right from their first meeting. "Let me take a look!" He immediately walked over and said to Nemesia.

The Female Knight, who bore such a resemblance to his Senior Sister, glanced at him, nodded, and then without hesitation placed the ring in his palm.

"How do you use it?" Ben asked.

"Inject your Power of Laws into it." Otarais also seemed a bit excited; after all, each ring housed a Heroic Soul, all of whom were her early companions.

Ben followed the instructions.

Suddenly, there was a slight flash of white light between him and Nemesia. Then, the next instant, a translucent, ghost-like Elf Girl appeared between them.

That girl was very short, looking barely taller than Princess Griffine.

Her skin was very white, possessing that crystal-clear hue unique to Wind Elves. Pointed ears, with long purple-blue hair tied into a lively ponytail at the back; she wore a set of tight-fitting leather armor, but most strikingly, she had an Elf Longbow almost as tall as herself slung across her back.

She seemed to have just woken up, yawning sleepily as she appeared.

"Who are you?" Nemesia was slightly startled and immediately placed a hand on her sword hilt. Though she probably guessed that the Elf Girl’s presence was related to the ring in Ben’s hand, she didn’t draw her sword.

However, at that moment Ben heard Otarais in his heart utter a low exclamation.

Then this Female Knight directly appeared next to him, manifesting beside him.

"Ah!"

This time, the Elf Girl, who had just appeared with the longbow on her back, widened her eyes. She seemed not to have seen Nemesia, staring incredulously at Otarais.

"La..."

Otarais glared at her fiercely.

The Elf Girl immediately jumped in fright and shouted, "La...Lady!"

"Lady...?"

Ben was stunned; could it be that there was a master-servant relationship among the Wind Queen’s subordinates? He hadn’t heard of it. He missed Otarais’ expression, only looking curiously at the two of them.

Only then did Otarais smile satisfactorily at the Elf Girl.

Ben looked at the Elf Girl inexplicably, "Hello, I am Ben. May I ask what is your name, beautiful young lady?"

The Elf Girl glanced at Ben and Otarais, probably guessing their relationship. So, without thinking, she loudly and righteously replied:

"Hello, Mr. Ben, I am Blade Knight Otarais, Wind Queen’s chief archer! Pleased to meet you! Ouch, that hurts..."

With a loud bang, she instantly held her little head.

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(PS: Chapter 5K, earlier mistyped ’battle death’ twice, facepalm; staying awake late made me too muddleheaded...)(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to go to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation.)