The Amber Sword

Sophie felt like she had a long dream, and in a quiet, dark environment, everything in her dream seemed strange. Yet there was only one round of black moon, and a quiet, standing tower in the middle of a pitch-black lake ran throughout the dream.

What does the moon symbolize and what does the tower symbolize? Or is it just a nightmare?

Sophie doesn't know, just like he doesn't know when he's going to wake up, and it goes on until he hears a conversation in obscurity ——

“Freya. ”

“Brighton, did you get in touch? ”

It's a girl's voice, bright and clear ——

“No, there's a bunch of monsters guarding the avenue. We can't find Uncle Madden. Where did they go? And this guy..."

The second voice was still a child, and the source of the voice turned to him. Sophie had a slight jump in her heart and seemed to feel an eye on herself. This vision is like a bond that connects the world, making his body sink, and the next moment the young man reacts —— that's gravity.

Sophie now finally confirms that he can feel his body, even though he still doesn't listen.

He had to breathe a little disturbed. Is he dead?

“He's wounded, take care of him.” The girl's voice replied.

The wounded?

Is this about him?

Yes, he was badly injured. His mind was clear, and everything that happened before was like an early movie in his head, starting from the moment he was reborn through the body of a young man named Brando —— and Sophie didn't think she was going to live to do something, which didn't look like a real man's decision.

But he finally succeeded, Martha on top of...

“Freya, he's awake.” The child suddenly said.

“What?”

“I saw his eyelids move. ”

“Impossible, he was badly injured, Markmy said... Eh! ”

Serious injury?

Indeed, Brando Ben was badly injured, and later, when he opened his death-hard abilities, he had three swords in his body. He remembers clearly that every memory in the belly and right chest is a real piercing injury.

Sophie's heart was rejuvenated, her mind moved, and the voices around her became clear. Panicked shouting, snapping when burning, metal collisions and footsteps converge to mask previous conversations. The surrounding temperature also gradually increased, and at first he felt a warm heat licking his face, but after a while the temperature gradually burned.

Hot.

He blinked and stretched his eyelids hard - the first thing that showed in the curtain was a young girl's surprised face.

The young girl, who should be called Freya, Sophie's first impression of her was perfectly in line with his imagination of the owner of that bright, clear voice: light brown hair, bright big eyes, long hair that was then simply tied into a long ponytail with an English face. She was measuring him with her head buried, while Sophie was measuring her. She was wearing a fitted grey and white leather coat with a thick cotton shirt and a sleeve on her left shoulder - a beautiful black pine leaf painted with homemade paint.

Butch's militia.

He also noticed the sword in the girl's hand, the medieval Western European sword, with a flame crest on the iron plate on the sword guard's hand.

The sign of the Temple of Fire.

He looked up and saw bandages with bloodstains on his other shoulder and left chest.

Ever been in battle?

Every detail can't escape Sophie's eyes--

……

When he woke up, he calmed down all around.

“Where is this…? ”

“Where's Roman... cough!” As soon as Sophie opened her mouth, she felt like she had fallen into a branded iron, burning and dry. The slightest pain in his chest gradually spread all over his body, and he couldn't help but cough gently.

But the forest was silent, responding only to the wind coming from around the Pine Mountains. Yet the wind, through the thick, loose conifers of the Golan, has become subtle and tender, sandy, as if it were a stream flowing in the ears.

No one answered.

“He's awake. ”

“I can't believe those wounds survived. ”

“It's back in the light...”

Yet the surrounding whispers reached his ears. Sophie has some doubts as to what the situation is, and should these be Butch's militias? He was rescued?

What about Miss Merchant?

Did the plan work? Did Captain Madden understand what he meant?

He couldn't resist the side overhead. The first thing he saw was a bright campfire, and the light jumped in his field of view, and Mars rose up along the black pine and disappeared into the midnight sky.

“Are you awake?” The girl finally reacted and hurried to stop him: “Wait, don't move. This is Butch, remember? ”

“Butch… Butch.” Sophie kept thinking about the place name.

“Can you tell me what happened?” He exhaled and reasoned that he was already dead and could not die anymore, either in the game or in real life experience.

The only possibility is that unless Miss Roman actually finds the life potion.

“Little Finnish and McMee found you in the woods not far away.” Freya was curious to measure him, a young man named Brando who had been in their village for almost a year, but had not really had much contact with other young people in the village.

He was always alone in his shady house, and only occasionally would he accompany Roman to nearby town.

The neighborhood is full of fools who know that this young man is interested in the girl who has a businessman's dream, except, of course, the latter himself.

Freya thought of it here and had to look at each other again, always with a hint of doubt.

“You guys?” Sophie asked.

“You and Roman, I wonder how you got out.” The girl couldn't help but sigh.

“What's wrong with her? ”

“She's fine, don't worry, 10,000 times better than you. You should be more concerned about your situation,” Freya caressed her forehead and asked softly, "But she's always arguing about going to the village, you know what this is all about? ”

Sophie snapped.

So he hasn't used the life potion, the wound himself? It's like an instinctive response, he subconsciously opens his property interface, and the haunted green data flows through his retina, and in the character state column, he stares at this line of small words:

Life (dying, weak): 10% (bandaged, restores 1 point of life per day)

No way! Sophie's first reaction was that she was dreaming, that no one knew her condition better than he did, that there were fatal injuries, and that there was haemorrhage, and that in either case, she should be dead.

How can there be 10% more lives?

Sophie shook her head and tried to make her mind clearer, but saw the girl with a nervous face on her side: “Don't move, you're hurt badly...”

“Don't worry.” He waved his hands subconsciously.

Sophie knows for herself that, although there is some doubt, his condition is neither bleeding nor any other abnormality, although he is still weak and dying - but he understands that this is not urgent and can only be nurtured slowly.

Because the injuries are stable, at least not life-threatening.

And this is where he wonders the most, how does it automatically stabilize? Unyielding talent can be without this ability!

“You...!” Freya couldn't help but keep her eyes wide open and she hasn't seen anyone so desperate.

At first everyone thought this guy was going to die. I didn't expect him to wake up. Just like that, we should thank Lord Martha, right?

The question is whether this abominable guy still looks like he doesn't care, his life should be cherished.

“You lie back!” The girl couldn't help but take a deep breath and bite her teeth to order.

Sophie couldn't help but look at each other. What's wrong with this woman?

“Have you, too, been trained by the militia? My name is Freya, and I'm the captain of the third wing of the Butch militia, and now I'm asking you to listen to me for a moment,” Freya blushes a little and realizes her faults: "Is that okay? ”

“Are you Freya?” Sophie was shocked and asked unconsciously: "Freya Alicia, born in the year of the flowers, father of the great knight Everton? ”

“Eh, what?” The girl was stunned by a series of questions: “No, no, my father was just a carpenter in town...”

All of a sudden there was a laugh.

“Freya, this kid is a very good talker. ”

“Be careful, big sister. ”

“Don't say a word. Nobody treats you like mutes, Markmy, Ike!” Freya turned around in a bad mood and glanced at the young people over there.

And Sophie is also taking this opportunity to overestimate these people - there are seven or eight members of this militia unit, in line with Eruin's configuration, but the captain is a woman, and there is a furry kid...

He looked at this tall, short 'woman and child' around him with some emotions, which seemed to be an exception, but in fact reflected from the side that Eruin had been weakened after years of war.

The next seemingly bright mid-rise will squeeze the last bit of energy out of the country.

Sophie couldn't help but sigh.

He witnessed this history from beginning to end and did not expect the world to go through it again. But he might be able to change something, and he's kind of looking at this girl beside her--

That's right, Freya Alicia. The last general of Eruin, later known as the goddess of martial arts in the kingdom. She was the daughter of Everton the Wand of Fire, lost in the countryside in the early years and later regarded by the Princess of the Regent as one of the top stars of the country.

I had no idea she'd been through this war--

Unfortunately, now is not the time to give the other party the initiative. Sophie understands that she must take responsibility for her own safety and, of course, for the lives of these young people.

“What are you looking at?” Freya turned around and couldn't help but glance at the young man.

That gaze was neither appreciative nor admirable, as if she were a very strange animal, by the way, visiting.

But there are no visitors, not animals.

“You haven't seen a dead man, have you?” Suddenly Sophie asked.

“Ah?”

“I mean, are you afraid to see people die? ”

“No, I'm just...” The girl stumbled for a moment.

“Then my injuries have nothing to do with you. Can I sit up?” Sophie asked seriously.

“No, you can't. ”

“Why?”

Freya lost her tongue. She was scared. She was afraid to see someone die in front of herself, no matter who she was - and now Freya is just a simple country girl, compared to the future goddess of martial arts, who is so tall and covered in light circles.

Without experiencing the brutality of war, we simply envision the good side of the world.

Sophie smiled. He's never seen a dead man before, but counting his experiences in the Sword of Amber, he's more than twice as likely to be Freya now.

At least he's been through the pain of loss.

The memories of people and things of the past are reversed in memory, making people suffer and wander. It is this kind of emotion that makes people mature and know how to cherish it.

But there is also hatred.

“So it's just a little girl? What's the power to make me obey you, Miss Freya? ”

“You, you--”

Sophie knew it wouldn't do her any good to get tangled up on this topic, and he glanced at the bandage on his chest and immediately changed the subject: “Did you guys put the bandage on me? ”

“It's Big Sister. She's the only one here who can help us.” The hairy kid next to him grabbed the answer and looked at the young man curiously, looking as though he was experiencing the old way.

Prague's militias are different from their little places.

“Just barely stopping the bleeding. You don't want to mess around, I don't want to help you fight again.” Freya cautioned immediately.

Apart from hemostasis, the bandage's recovery effect can only work once, which Sophie certainly knows.

But this time he answered politely, "Thank you, though the craftsmanship was a little...”

“ …… ”

Martha, come on, Freya took a deep breath. At this moment she has the urge to strangle this laughing-hip guy, what exactly does he want!

(PS. Looks like Sangen's wish is broken, 11 more to go ~ ~ Come on everyone, keep wishing today!! If we make it to the top 12 today, it'll blow up!)