Amber Sword

Brand commanded the Wind Spirit Spiders to elevate the angle further, then activated twenty to thirty holy swords. This time, the attack was more precise after adjusting from the previous anticipation, almost like a golden-red longsword piercing straight into the formation of the Flying Dragon Cavalry. Six or seven Flying Dragons didn’t even have time to react before they were turned into a plume of ash.

The Flying Dragon Cavalry of the Black Blade Legion were utterly demoralized, and wouldn’t dare to come close again, no matter what. A dozen or so Flying Dragons circled in the air and turned to flee. But Brand hadn’t planned on letting them go, ordering the Wind Spirit Spiders to chase them from behind until only three or four were left, finally escaping beyond their attack range.

Fools, Brand couldn’t help but shake his head. To be honest, even without the ’Holy Sword,’ he wasn’t afraid of these flies. Erune’s Flying Dragon Cavalry was always considered Light Air Cavalry among Vaun’s Air Force units. Light Air Cavalry is generally used as reconnaissance units, and even within reconnaissance, the Flying Dragon Cavalry faced numerous restrictions. Their ground capability was severely lacking, and they couldn’t fly within the canopy layers, making them honestly one of the worst air forces in Vaun World, only slightly better than the goblin’s ’inferior demons.’

Who knows where they got the guts to launch an attack. Could they really have thought only noble private soldiers were below? They should remember who just defeated the White Lion Legion.

He turned his head back to see the private soldiers and officer cadets entering the Flada Forest in silence; the earlier scene was simply too spectacular. The young and brave wizards challenging the ’Demon King’ army alone was something only found in bedtime stories. The soldiers of Erune, innately unaware, couldn’t help but burst into cheers.

"Isn’t Mr. Brand the descendant of Lord Darius? How does he know magic?" Princess Griffine couldn’t help but question.

"I’ve seen him use magic," Sir Wolf shrugged, "and he seems to know alchemy as well, truly versatile. But we lack knowledge of his life in the past twenty years. Sword Saint Darius living incognito and indistinguishably from a civilian. The Royal Family couldn’t possibly investigate a civilian, nor would they succeed."

Everyone couldn’t help but turn their gaze to the young wizard beside them. Char hurriedly shook his head: "Ah, don’t look at me. In fact, I met the Lord quite late, at least later than Miss Freya. However, the Lord said he trained under a wizard, so it’s not that strange..."

Everyone couldn’t help but reveal a look of understanding. However, they didn’t notice that Nemesia had slightly furrowed her brow; the female knight glanced at Char, seemingly unconvinced.

Although the Flying Dragon Cavalry’s attack had been repelled, it confirmed Brand’s previous concerns. He dispersed his men into the forest precisely due to such considerations. The low-altitude ability of the Flying Dragon Cavalry was very poor, and it was hard to spot units scattered in the forest with the naked eye. While they couldn’t completely shake off their pursuers, it was much better than being grouped together and harassed to the point of being unable to proceed.

Sure enough, once the young ones from the Royal Knight Academy and Count Oting’s private soldiers dispersed into the forest, the Flying Dragon Cavalry circling in the sky lost their target. They attempted to get closer to scout, only to be repelled by Brand with the Holy Sword, and had no choice but to trail from afar to avoid losing track of the Princess’s group.

This pursuit lasted three to four hours. After Brand repelled one last low-altitude raid by the Flying Dragon Cavalry, he stood next to a black pine and observed through the overlapping canopies for a moment, confirming that they had flown out of his attack range before turning back. Almost everyone’s eyes were on him— the Princess, sitting quietly with her knees hugged on a green stone, appeared absent-minded— while the eyes of the other young ones were filled with admiration. After the command and battles with the Flying Dragon Cavalry earlier, he had firmly established his authority, even among the noble private soldiers.

However, Brand was well aware that his recognition by the ambitious young ones of the Royal Knight Academy was likely due to his identity as a descendant of Sword Saint Darius. But honestly, he didn’t particularly want this identity, not because he masochistically sought to be a civilian, but because he already knew that Sword Saint Darius might have been judged by the Holy Temple for some reason years ago.