The Amber Sword

The thick wooden doors of the golden pattern slowly pushed open, the air flowed and the low roar penetrated the eardrums, like the dust behind the doors sealing an ancient country opening the doors to visitors.

The light grew bright outside the hall, and behind the door stood an angry young girl.

Half-Pokémon Princess dressed in a silver white princess dress with a ruffled skirt hanging all the way to the glossy marble floor; she raised her chest, her soft silver curly hair fell along her shoulders, her hands stacked on the skirt lining, and stood there cold, watching a few people slowly coming out of the darkness -

Deep marble lined with such beauty is an angry lily in the darkness.

“Her Royal Highness.” With a surprising smile on the gloomy face of the Marquis Kruger, who has been working for the Korkova family since the time of Gnan, he bowed deeply under his ribs.

He raised his head, his lips slightly curled, and his skinny face always seemed to have a slight smile.

“You're welcome, Marquis,” the young lady glanced at the old fox and asked coldly in front of her. “Is Father in there? ”

“I'm sorry, Your Highness, Your Majesty, but he's hosting Madara's ambassador, and I'm afraid he won't be able to see you for now.” Kruger replied with a smile.

Eluin's eldest daughter's eyebrows flashed a little anxiety, but soon recovered as usual.

“Then I will wait here," she answered with a high head. "In the middle of the night, Madara's ambassador will certainly not stay long. ”

“Your Highness, take care of yourself-" Marquis Kruger looked at the royal pride flower with a glimpse of admiration in his eyes, but still smiles without smiling.

“Thanks for asking. ”

“Then the elders will leave. ”

“Please.”

The teenage girl left with her pale silver eyes motionless and indifferently watched them leave. But when Marquis Kruger, dressed in a purple gold minister's coat, passed away with his mistake, the eldest daughter of Eruin suddenly said, “Sir Kruger, play with the fire and do your thing.”

The Marquis Kruger was slightly flashed, and the princess said so with a serious warning. The trusted minister of Obergu VII stopped, and a gloomy smile appeared on his face.

“Your Highness, what are you talking about?” He asked.

“What I said, you know. I can't stop what happened in Prague City and Fort Kurk, but don't forget who's on the side of the Temple of Fire in Eruin.” The princess replied coldly.

Kruger's face changed slightly but quickly recovered as usual. Deep down, this old fox city took a hard breath and replied with a smile: “Thank you, Your Highness, for reminding me. ”

Neither side seemed willing to talk any more, and after one mistake, Marquis Kruger's travellers left in a hurry.

But the young man behind the Marquis asked, "Marquis, what does she mean? ”

“This royal flower cannot be underestimated, Wilma.” Marquis Kruger replied with a shaded face: "We are now in a very good form, but she is not idle either. According to information coming from outside Asahino, Her Royal Highness is raising money through the hands of the Javier Church, although she doesn't understand what she wants to do, but I'm sure something will happen. ”

Marquis Kruger turned back and looked at the dark night when the corridor landed out the vaulted window and said: "Today she is here to remind us. But her ability to do so means that Her Royal Highness still has some worries-”

“A rat thrower. ”

He sighed and wiped the ring off his gloves. On a sunken ring tray, a tailsnake is trapped there as if it were alive, reflecting the glow of unseen bronze along the edge.

Everyone is silent.

The half fairy princess watched the Marquis Kruger leave without a word. She turned back and saw Sir Beninger, dressed in a light gold robe, come out of the shadow behind one of the pillars in the lobby.

“How about that?” the young girl asked as soon as he approached.

The young man shook his head in agony: "No, Your Highness. I still haven't seen His Majesty.”

Calm down on the girl's face.

“Your Highness? ”

“Tonight, I'm going back to my territory. You take Hazel with you, with me.” The girl stared forward and replied calmly: "Be careful not to draw the attention of those people. ”

“Princess, can't we think of anything else?” Beninger painstakingly asks that he is the youngest son of the Duke of Sifah and that his identity is most prominent. But since I met Princess Griffin a year ago, I have been amazed, and since then I have bowed to the charm of this half-Pokémon princess, willing to serve her before and after her saddle.

Beninger had long overstayed the expectations of a travelling young nobleman, whose father had urged him to return home to inherit his territory in a letter that resembled one, but the young man was still here forgetting.

Everyone close to the left knows that holding the heart of this young man is only the eldest princess of the royal family.

Princess Griffin was just over sixteen years old in July, exactly the age of the royal marriage discourse. It's just that Obergu VII loved her abnormally, preferring to be with his father for two years - not to mention Obergu VII's understanding that his youngest son, Hazel, was born weak and indeed needed the help of his sister.

But it's a good thing for Beninger, because he understands that he has no chance with the princess, and she stays with Obergu for an extra day, so he can stay here for another day.

Of course, he is not without pity, and if he is the eldest son of the Duke of Sifah, not the youngest, I'm afraid it is another sight.

But at this moment the young girl's words made his heart beat: Her Royal Highness said she was going back to her own land, which was probably a huge turning point. There have been few instances in Eruin's history where members of the royal family have returned to their territory, but every time something terrible has happened.

Beninger looked at the princess and seemed uncertain because he had both expectations and fears about the unknown future. He felt that their departure, I'm afraid, had caused more than just a storm in Eruin.

In the dim candlelight, Princess Eruin, only sixteen years old, stared firmly at the young man's hesitant expression and was silent in the lobby.

“What are you worried about, Beninger? ”

“I have some concerns, Your Majesty…" Young people at a moment do not know how to express their thoughts at this moment.

In fact, since the arrival of Madala's envoy after June, specifically, none of Obergu VII's long-suffering inner ministers has seen him since, apart from Chancellor Kruger. Even his daughter and son were forcibly confined to the Wang capital.

The news that Obergu VII had been placed under house arrest was doubtful, but it did not provoke any reaction among the nobles. Since the appointment of Kruger, Obergu VII has grown in favor of him, a fact already known to the world that the Kruger faction has taken power in the field.

Nevertheless, this faction has never had contact with places, which is in turn trusted by Obergu VII. Since then, the Royal Party has also left them to their discretion, and Kruger is indeed impeccable in his governance and strategy, hailed as the greatest politician of the Korkova dynasty since the Ansen XI era.

Some even likened him to Pois, the Archbishop of the Javier Church of the Ansen Eleventh Age.

Only after a sharp turn of events in April and May of the year, Kruger seemed intentionally seized power, and the Black Rose War was raging, at a time when the domestic political landscape in Eruin seemed to smell of some wind and rain.

But while suspicion and suspicion spread not only among the noble elite. Yet Ovewell and Everton, the core figures of the Royal Party, are on their way to make ends meet with Madara, and Griggs, the archbishop of Javier Church, the most prestigious of the only remaining three giants, cannot close his doors.

So Wangdu's form seemed more obscure.

At this time, however, the eldest daughter of Eruin offered him to return to her own territory. Not to mention if they can escape from this cage, but the princess is so willing to leave her father behind?

Princess Griffin's good relationship with her father is universally recognized. Beninger, as the princess's closest minister, is even more aware of this.

But Half Pokémon Girl's face did not change color and replied quietly: “In my father's character, I would not have promised Madara such a ridiculous deal. Although I don't know what Kruger's purpose is, it's clear that we're not helping here either. ”

“First of all, I'm sending my brother out, which is one of my responsibilities. I have to be one step ahead, and everything is in the interest of the royal family - if Father had any poor pool, I think he would understand all of that. ”

“Her Royal Highness the Princess...” The young man stared at this half-esque girl, shorter than his head, as if she were not sixteen years old, but a mature and brilliant politician.

Griffin glanced at him and said, "Don't worry, Begnin, I'm not unprepared. With my mentor's connections, we can also play our own chess - don't forget that I never believed in that little Kruger man, who dared not risk the world to ruin my father's life. ”

The princess said, suddenly shut up and she saw the gloomy Madara envoy coming out the door.

At this moment, the living and the dead look at each other.

And then staggered past.

……

Yet when King Eruin opened the doors to the ensuing turmoil, Brando, who knew it, sat admirably in the ‘Cross Star' bar in the White Swan District of Prague. He tapped side-by-side with the bartender to hear about the golden wine, and every once in a while he went to see the clock hanging on the rack.

Clockwise pointing to 12 o'clock.

Brando doesn't expect the character to break out overnight and start this continuous task clue and get it done easily. He's just waiting for someone, looking for something to spare time for.

And when the church bell rang twelve times outside, the bar door finally opened again.

Outside the door stood a girl dressed in a dark blue uniform, with a long ponytail stuck behind her head, slightly reddish face and a light brown, bright eye.

Freya seemed to be an official knight already, wearing a trumpet and knight strap, a church-issued sword with a cross handle at the waist, and a pair of shiny horse boots.

It's like an English knight.

However, her concern about the divine colour apparently betrayed her. As soon as she entered the door, she glanced around and glanced at Brando. She took a breath and immediately walked over and asked:

“Are you leaving? Brando? ”

“Mmm.”

Freya is silent.

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