Amber Sword

In simple terms, the Empire can lose face, but the Flame Temple must maintain its dignity. The other party is likely to ask Princess to hand him over.

He held back from glancing at this Princess, who was barely sixteen and about to turn seventeen.

Princess Griffine nodded firmly: "I understand, I will immediately order Count Yanilasu to continue the pursuit, obliterate the Kenuolia Fleet, and capture Ampezel Port in one go. Mr. Brand, I will strive for the greatest benefit, whether for Erune or its people, I will seriously consider your suggestions—"

"I will never let Lord Darius’s tragedy repeat itself."

Brand knew this was a promise. He solemnly bowed to the Princess. As the Princess turned and left, he heard Otarais casually say in his heart:

"This Princess truly has a good hand; I bet you’ve been moved to tears, haven’t you?"

"Not really, just a small warmth," Brand replied.

"Which is why you’re such a little fool. In the previous battle, the strength you displayed already proved that you are the only person she can rely on now and her greatest support—you are aware that this is not your power, but she does not think so. Her regard for you is merely a means for the Royal Family to rally people’s hearts," Otarais said seriously to him.

Brand chuckled lightly, feeling deeply moved. He knew Otarais was reminding him, worrying he might suffer a loss. "Thank you, Lord Otarais."

"Hmph, as long as you know," Otarais said. "I’ve seen plenty of court struggles. I admit the little girl is pure-hearted for now, but who knows if she’ll change in the future. You must keep your Heart’s Eye open."

"Of course." Brand increasingly felt that Otarais was like his older sister, and only his kin would patiently guide him like this.

In the sky, explosions of firelight occasionally flashed. These were the artillery fires from the Royal First Fleet of Erune pursuing the enemy.

The battle was already concluding.

Brand was gradually dismantling the cycle of Adversity Heaven, which he found strong but required constant card switching to maintain, exhausting him. Even within such a short span, he felt utterly fatigued. Historically, the great Travel Mages—be it Tu Men or Trisman or the Dark Dragon Odin—aside from their Travel Mage abilities, were all top figures of their time, maintaining such energy consumption as easily as breathing. But for him, it was somewhat strenuous, since he only had the Golden Peak Element Manifestation strength.

Still, he kept his Heart’s Eye open, not allowing the Vampire Lady Medphis to withdraw her strength—she had reached the Peak Stabilization Period of Law, and with Williams dead, she was essentially the strongest combat power on this battlefield.

Moreover, he did not disband the Nightmare Furnace Construct, leaving over seventy Metallic Beetles. Brand held a card of Anxiety in hand to replicate a true Lightning Storm, also one of his fatal moves.

With these two fatal moves secured, Brand was relieved to put away the Life Holy Scripture and the Desperate Trojan and then disband the Guardian of Defeat. After all, summoning Undead Creatures was negatively perceived in Human society. Brand had no intention of having his title carry prefixes like ’Undead’ or ’Dark’ in the future, as this would terribly damage his reputation.

To be honest, if not for the urgent situation in this battle, he wouldn’t have planned to use this card.

He looked up at the explosions beyond the rain curtain for a while before suddenly thinking of something else. He promptly summoned Furlo and whispered some instructions to Miss Wild Elf.

Furlo’s face immediately showed a look of discontent.

She firmly refused this time, "I refuse. That’s too much, Lord."

"Why? Isn’t it just opening a corpse?" Brand didn’t understand. He couldn’t fathom why Furlo had such a strong reaction every time.

"In any case, I refuse!" Furlo shot him a fierce glare then turned on her heel and left. She preferred that Lord view her as an Elemental Mage rather than a forensic doctor.

Brand stood there awkwardly, having finally found a Red-hand Soft Girl in the group, yet she disliked opening corpses. He felt quite helpless and sighed, just about to think of another way to persuade this young lady, when he suddenly widened his eyes.