Amber Sword

But Stephen turned his head to look at her. "I am not one of the Eruein, Your Highness. But if everyone lies in eternal sleep on this battlefield, then one day your Kingdom will repeat such mistakes."

"Please cherish your life, you are not living for yourself."

Yes.

Princess Griffith quickly walked out of the Temple, few hurried steps, and then her pace slowed down. Suddenly she stopped, standing still on the marble steps as if built from snow, sighed quietly. Yes, why am I getting angry, losing even the usual calmness and composure.

"Your Highness, please watch your step." The lady-in-waiting caught up, panting and reminding her. "Temis, let’s wait here for the Count to come out," Princess Griffith sighed and replied.

"What’s wrong?"

𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

The Princess did not answer. The Holy Temple Square was all white, reflecting the light, slightly dazzling. She squinted her pretty eyes, her pupils like a silver line. The lady-in-waiting soon noticed that her Princess seemed lost in thought.

For this Princess, it was a rare occurrence.

Griffith was indeed lost in thought. Her gaze crossed that distant horizon, as if under the same blue sky, she returned to the battlefield of that day. Blades and swords, iron and blood weaving a heavy long poem.

Perhaps dying on the battlefield then would be a relief. However, those who survived must bear an even heavier burden, and even inherit the grief that comes from the dead.

But the living do not have the right to choose. She pressed her lips - too many have already died.

The former Commander of the White Lion Legion, the Kingdom’s Lion, Reid the Sword of Highlanders, died. In a war triggered by the civil war.

Duke Xifah also died, the one she once hated with grit teeth. He was the manipulator of the first Titan, died at the hands of Miss Merchant, his bones completely destroyed. When she heard this news, she thought she would be happy, but she had already lost the feeling of excitement.

Marquis Balta, Marquis You Xi, Count Vitokin, the Great Sword Master De Jia’er of the Anlek People, the Kingdom’s Chief Wizard Liwu, no matter which force they belonged to in life, the dead were all Eruein.

Even many Officer Cadets from the Royal Knight Academy whose names couldn’t be recorded in time—nobody knows what kind of stories might lie behind a nameless corpse on the battlefield, nobody knows the deep grief of their close friends and family behind it.

Only when she held Freya, who was crying out in sorrow over Beth’s corpse, did she feel that cold, biting pain.

Enough is enough.

It’s time for this civil war to end.

But the northern nobles still harbor ambitions, and without the Sifah family’s appeasement, the future situation has become even more chaotic and turbulent. Duke Anlek’s whereabouts are unknown, but he probably won’t surrender easily. Count Rangdenier remains ambiguous, while two Dukes might be awaiting chaos to gain advantage from the current situation.

On the surface, it seems Erune has welcomed a new life after the great war, but in fact, it has walked to the edge of a cliff. Princess Griffith suddenly realized, maybe the previous situation was better.

At least the Kingdom wouldn’t face the danger of being torn apart.

She didn’t even know how she’s been getting through these half months, with the Silver Elf army still garrisoned in Ambeser. The Dragon Clan’s formidable reputation has cowed all forces, making them refrain from acting. Turaman’s arrival has further clarified Ambeser’s situation, but she understands that all these seemingly unrelated words are connected because of that person.

The one crowned with the title of ’Miracle’.

She suddenly realized, the entire fate of Erune is actually in the hands of one person. But this person is neither her nor her brother.

...

"You mean, Duke Xifah was punched to death by Romantic? Well, serves him right." Brand felt a surge of satisfaction, half of future Erune’s downfall should be attributed to this guy. If he was truly about his power, it would be understandable. But who would have thought this guy turned out to be a Cultist.

Brand couldn’t help but be furious thinking that the tragic fate of the future Princess and Valkyrie was merely due to a mad plan from a cult organization.

Yet he soon fell silent, what truly made him worried was Antitina’s body condition. In previous conversations, he had carefully asked about the matter of Staff Lady’s ’resurrection’ on the battlefield, but Antitina herself couldn’t precisely explain what happened.