The Amber Sword

“Your Highness, there are too many enemies, please excuse us for a moment. ”

Sir Begnin's sincere request came from the outside, and his voice was somewhat impatient, making the situation seem less optimistic - the iron crossbow arrow struck the iron plate inside the side wall compartment of the carriage, banging and banging - and the assassins sprung up from the woods on all sides. Even Princess Griffin herself did not expect the most dangerous assassination in Graf's own territory since her escape.

But the maiden lay her lips on, her pale silver eyes flat in front of her, and replied, "No, I'll wait here for my knights to arrive. ”

“Your Highness...”

“Bergnin. ”

“In.”

“Nothing, thank you.” The teenage girl said softly.

The sound outside the carriage stopped suddenly, the young man turned around, one hand pressed against the handle of the sword, and all that remained was endless courage in his chest.

Half-Pokémon Girl is still wearing her favorite silver and white princess dress with her hands stacked on her knees, even at this moment - the girl sits more upright than the most meticulous Miss Thousand Golds. The details of the royal etiquette on this Eloin Elder Princess reveal the dignity of an ancient family, one of the brightest pearls on Eloin's crown, even in the eyes of the most demanding noblemen.

In the eyes of Her Royal Highness, Eluin's only heir to the throne is looking at her with a cowardly look directly across the carriage.

“Sister…” Haruze, Obergu VII's only son, shouted in a frightened whisper.

The girl glanced coldly at her only brother.

“Haruze, take your sword and turn it upside--”

Haruze has always obeyed this harsh sister's words, this time he did not dare to defy. He had to overcome his wary and fearful mood and carefully reversed the long sword - a very small line of words engraved on the sheath:

‘Call my name courage...’

This is the motto of the Corcova royal family and the motto of the semi-environmental princess; it is only a sarcasm that comes to the only son of Obergu VII. The little boy grabbed his sword with both hands and wandered up looking at his sister. The harshness of the latter and the crisis outside the carriage made him wonder what was good for a moment, tears spinning straight in his eyes.

Even Griffin couldn't help but sigh seeing his brother like this. Her heart softened uncontrollably and she said softly: "It's okay, with me, sister will protect you--”

The little boy rubbed his tears with his sleeves and nodded forcefully.

The carriage calmed down.

Fighting outside seems to have subsided.

* * * * * * * * *

At Graf's Basta Royal Cavalry College, on the playground, in the classroom, or in the hallway, everyone couldn't bear to stand up from their seats and look up at this miracle outside the arch window ——

Freya raised her head in a daze, leaving only that silver column of light through the clouds. Below the sky, the mountains are connected to the line of heaven and earth, as if it were the Tower of Heaven ‘Babel’ in ancient mythology, the cloud layer moving slowly from the center of light to the surrounding sky thousands of miles away, as if it formed a radial fish-scale pattern from a wider angle, the scene is magnificent beyond all the algae of the world, can penetrate the mind to let a person from deep inside to chestnut.

What's that?

The young girl dressed in a training kit, one hand pressing the tail of her horse behind her head stubbornly forgot to put it down, her face reflected the glow of Yunxia, staring in that direction motionless - Lord Martha, is that a sign to the world?

The training grounds at the Royal Cavalry College in Basta grew in size. The crowd screams and sends messages to each other as if the end of the world were coming - everyone looks up at the southern sky and holds their breath; voices change from whispering to boiling. Instructors who came out to maintain order soon joined the ranks, shook their heads unbelievably and could hardly believe what they saw.

“It's, like, a resonance reaction, right? ”

“What did you say?” Seeing the girl holding her ponytail behind her head, she turned her head and looked at him with bright light brown eyes. Count Bakerberg's second son is beating - a rare opportunity! After all, the Royal Cavalry College of Basta is still dominated by male cavalry cavalry cavalry cavalry cavalry cavalry cavalry, and a few female cavalry cavalry cavalry cavalry cavalry cavalry cavalry cavalry cavalry cavalry cavalry cavalry cavalry cavalry cavalry cavalry cavalry cavalry cavalry are naturally the target of these aristocratic post-game chases - such as Freya, more rarely without background, and are called delicious and delicious prey.

This hunting game spreads among seniors, and the prey itself naturally has little consciousness. It's just that Freya instinctively feels more unknown guys around her, which makes this Bucci girl feel some instinctive nervousness and anxiety, but this blonde guy who answered her question, she still couldn't help but take a look.

He seemed to know something.

“It's a magical reaction, but so strong... never heard of it.” Count Bakerberg's second son immediately showed the best and replied with a smile.

“Demonic force reaction? ”

Freya had a slight jump in her heart and somehow remembered a night in the Golden Tree Canyon, wondering what had happened to that guy. But she immediately turned around in case the burning look on her face fell into the eyes of someone else, and this girl from Butch Country looked up at the silver beam —— the light was diminishing. She took a breath and tried to calm down the panic in her heart and asked, "Where is it? ”

“In that direction, it should be Denel. ”

“Jean De Nell. ”

Freya couldn't help but hold one hand gently against her chest and feel her heart beat forcefully for a moment. “Brando, is that you? I miss you so much...”

The restless and shy performance of the teenage girl in the eyes of the young man became the effect of his own offense. “I have not seen the country girl of the world" he could not help but conceive, but he maintained a gentle smile on his face and wanted to say something further. But it was at this time that a rushing bell rang across the playground interrupting the sweet words that young people were still brewing - all of them reluctantly retrieving their gaze from the images in the southern sky and casting their gaze in another direction on the playground.

The silver clock at Basta College hangs on the bell tower on the roof of the Executive Hall and is only rang during celebrations or in the most urgent cases. So everyone couldn't help but wonder, what happened? Was it related to the previous sight?

But one cavalry has entered the playground from the other side, and as soon as they do, they separate the crowds on the playground. The lead rider is a young girl in a purple tuxedo uniform, who runs around in front of everyone, then turns her head and stops —— slightly lifts her chin pointy and looks at everyone: “Everyone in all grades, start with this command, all of you. I'll give you three minutes to prepare for the battle.”

The girl's voice was a little low and slightly dull, but it was like a cold breeze sweeping through everyone's mind, making everyone nitrogen.

Prepare for battle? Simulate battle? But it doesn't seem like it's time to test--

“Prep graders…”

“What?” Freya looked at the brunette with her waist and stood upright as if she were a knight with a spear and couldn't help it. She heard the young man whispering behind her back, looking back at Count Beckberg's second son and asking.

“The woman is a preparatory student, and the preparatory grade is actually equivalent to the reserve service of the Black Cavalry or the SS, so they are cadets and are actually soldiers. The woman's name is Nimmasis, and she's Mrs. Miller's daughter —— or I'll put it another way, you might understand -- Mrs. Miller is Grand Duke Rune's sister, she married a knight earlier in the decade, and her husband died in a decade of war, and she's the only daughter she's ever had.” Count Bakerberg's second son replied with seriousness: "That woman is a genius at Basta College, but naturally, someone who can enter the preparatory grade cannot compare to our worthless scum. ”

Nimaisie, Freya wrote down the name. At the same time, she looked at the young man and smiled at him with some gratitude: "Don't say that, I think you're amazing, you know so much. ”

Count Bakerberg's second son was stunned, and he saw a sincere and sincere divine colour in the young girl's eyes, and his heart could not bear to move slightly.

But this emotion was only momentary.

The young man smiled coldly and thought, “When you taste my taste, you'll know what's really good about Ben. Hey hey--”

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Silver elf cavalry stood still in the forest, quietly confronting the private forces of the dark Duke of Loun on the other side. There was no wind in the forest, and black and silver swallowtail flags hoisted in frustration in their respective camps; after the sky clouds scattered, afternoon and busy sunlight fell unreservedly from the forest, forming a tangible light column on the edge of the tree - a lily blossom crest that fell on the dropping flag, or a runaway bear wolf crest - with no sound between the entire forest except for an occasional sneeze or the noise of a war horse.

It's an awkward silence.

Makaro, Leewoods, Buja and the shady Count of Barry, with their apathetic faces on the other side, the commander of the Silver Elf Knight, blinded by a long pointed helmet, opposed to each other, said nothing.

Only Brando sat in the center in his spare time, knowing that Aloz was right next to him, so he wasn't too worried about his problems. With that Minnesota, with this incompletely developed Lorillon, this Earl of Violet might not be able to figure out a way to get him into trouble for a while. He stared at the rows of elf cavalry in the woods, dressed as if they were silverlight, speculating in this strange silence on their intentions - that the elves had kept an ancient prophecy and had not returned to the continent for centuries, this time appearing - even if they had broken their vows.

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