The Amber Sword

There was a moment of clotting.

The young Viscount was sweaty and almost exhausted to squeeze out a sentence: "What do you... want? ”

The Jade Knight refers to the long striped wrap behind him - his meaning is clear, the sword on your body.

“You asked me to bring out this sword -” Tester took a breath and he gasped heavily: “What exactly do you want? ”

Speaking of the last words, this young Viscount was almost roaring!

Ever since he was a kid, Tester had never been played this way. He felt like he was being humiliated like a little girl who was being played with. He thought it would be better to be killed with one sword than to play dumb with this monster.

But as soon as I saw the cavalry captain who was turned into a stone statue, Tester fought a cold war unconsciously.

The Emerald Knight had no expression on his face - of course, he couldn't see any expression on his cold mask - and he pointed to the long, bar-shaped wrap behind Tester and pressed his chest.

The young Viscount saw what he meant and asked him to give him the sword.

But is this a joke?

If he handed over his sword, how did he explain it to the other senators and senators in the return of all things? It was only because of this mission that he gained the attention of senior internal personnel, who would not have sent a whole team of elite cavalry to protect him.

But now not only did he lose the cavalry, he could lose this important thing. This should be pursued. Whatever his identity is in the return of everything, he may not be able to eat and walk.

Though he is a son, he is not the only son.

Testo gasped heavily and looked at the jade knight with his red eyes as if he wanted to see something loose on the other face; unfortunately, as mentioned earlier, there was no expression on the cold helmet--

The young Viscount considered that the inner heavenly man was at war, and he had no doubt that if he refused, he would immediately turn himself into a statue.

Although he did not understand why the Emerald Knight had let himself go twice or twice, to say that the other party had no reason to leave him alone, that the other party could kill him and take away the Lion Heart Sword - but the other party did not do so, but gave him the right to choose.

Is it just for fun?

But this is clearly not realistic.

With this in mind, Tester looked at each other in doubt and hesitated repeatedly to finally make a difficult decision. The young man reached behind his back, unwrapped the long strip and threw it at each other.

“Why didn't you kill me?” At the same time, he asked.

The Emerald Knight bent over and picked up the Lion's Heart Sword from the ground, as if he had no fear that Testo would attack him - or that he would attack him at all - so that his attitude gave the young Viscount a deep breath, but still depressed his desire to ride.

The monster showed a remarkable power that made him unable to rebel at all. Of course he had not resisted, but the result was a tragic defeat, which he had already experienced once on Lake Heart Island.

Then the Emerald Knight looked up at Tester.

“You're not happy with fate, but you're willing to bow to the other side?” The jade knight asks.

This was the first time in Testo's history that the knight of the lake had heard the voice humming under his helmet so that he could not hear men, women and children.

“Which side?” Tester frowned and a dark green flash of fire flashed through his eyes.

The young Viscount is out there, and the big deal is that he dies here - he doesn't even think about what the punishment is for coming back together - and he hands over the sword here, just to figure out why the monster has been stuck with him.

“It would be foolish to be rebellious to the world, but to be taken advantage of,” replied the Emerald Knight.

“Are you saying that everything is coming back?” Tester asks, "I'm just using them. ”

“Weakness -” the knight of Emerald took his sword and turned to the river, leaving behind the phrase. Tester watched as the strange knight stepped onto the stone bridge and threw the lion's heart sword into the cold river.

At that moment he almost thought the other party was crazy, but immediately he calmed down again.

What does that have to do with him?

The last words of the Knight of the Lake echoed in his head -- weakness? Tester felt weak, but suddenly he laughed bitterly and had to wonder how he should deal with the punishment of the return of all things.

He looked up again to see who was causing him trouble.

But the jade knight was long gone.

……

For a girl like Freya from Butch Countryside, the days at Knight Royal College seemed faster than elsewhere, and the dead leaves on the tree seemed to stain a golden red only yesterday, but bare between eyes.

This is the break between training, the future goddess of martial arts sitting alone on the stone steps.

The young girl put her chin against the handle of the sword, wrapped her hands around the long sword, and watched the shadow of the blue and black mountain outside the college gleam. When she saw those bare trees, she realized that winter was coming - almost six months had passed since she had arrived here!

The teenage girl had some amazing thoughts.

For life here, from the very beginning, to the slow habits, the change in mentality made her almost ignore all the changes around her, the summer leaves flourish, the autumn leaves are red, the winter leaves wither, and a year goes by.

And her daily life became as boring as that of a bitter monk, and in order to become stronger, she pushed away almost everything. Every day turns between training —— rest —— training —— rest, and this future goddess of martial arts is almost desperate to reach her goal ——

She felt she could not even say whether it was for the people of Butch or simply because of the young man's expectations. But every time I think of Brando's gentle and concerned gaze, Freya can't help but jump, as if she can't breathe.

Sometimes she felt so ashamed of herself, but she couldn't get out of each other's shadows.

“Brando, Brando...”

She read the name unconsciously and did not notice that a person had come before her. Then the future Lady of Martial Arts shocked and raised her head -- she saw the knight with the dark hair shawl pressing her sword and her face seriously standing in front of herself —— and her face turned red.

Freya stood up somewhat overwhelmed and didn't know where to put her hands for a while.

“What's the matter?” Nimaisie looked at her head.

“No… nothing…” Freya answered tragically, bowing her head, feeling that she would not even believe it.

But the harsh knight didn't blame her this time, as usual, and asked her why she wasn't alert.

She walked over and put her hands on her forehead without a word, her palms were cold - this intimate gesture made Freya freeze, scaring the future goddess of martial arts away from her - but she saw Nimacees' dark, concerned eyes, stuck.

“Homesick?” Nimaisie dropped her hand and had no expression on her face. Instead, she asked in a slightly lower tone.

“No...” Freya shook her head, but suddenly nodded again. She thinks it's really hard to explain what she was doing there if she didn't follow each other's lead.

“Freya, you're such a fool -” she scolded herself in the dark in her heart: "You can't pull a lie, you know that guy can lie without blushing! ”

Nimaisie looked at the young lady and began to faint in front of herself. She sighed and probably guessed what she was thinking. Instead of asking too many questions, she put her hand under the cape and pulled out a letter:

“His letter. ”

“Brando's letter?” Freya snapped and came out of it. But she immediately realized it wasn't right, and she unconsciously covered her mouth —— it smelled a little overwhelming.

Nimaisie's expressionless face flashed with a smile, the first time Freya saw her smile: "Is it Brando, the lucky guy?”

“Fortunately... what luck...” Freya lowered her head and felt her ears burning. She argued with a voice so thin that she couldn't even hear herself. However, she hurried to pick up the letter and looked cautious.

At this time, they heard a loud wheel of wagons coming from the outside of the college, but very few people had come back from the outside. Both of them were attracted by the sound and turned back on the same date.

They then saw a white carriage, breaking the morning mist like a ghost, slowly entering the college. Then it slowly passed by two people and went deep into the academy -- that direction Freya knew was the residence of Her Royal Highness, guarded by a royal knight, not accessible to the public.

“That's...” she asked quietly.

Nimaisie saw the shield article on the carriage, and the violet on it was so eye-catching, she looked back at it for a moment and turned back to the avenue: “The man from Lantoniland is another lucky guy. ”

The female knight has a slightly unfavorable tone.

“What?” Freya snapped.

“Nothing,” Nimaisie shakes her head, her long, beautiful dark hair keeps Freya jealous: "Just focus on your own business, Freya, you're progressing fast, don't be discouraged...”

“Thank you… thank you. ”

The knight paused for a while and remembered something: "By the way, did that guy ever come back to you again? ”

Freya stunned and realized that she was talking about Count Bakerberg's second son. Since Nimaceys warned her, she had broken off from each other, but I didn't think they had assembled a group of people who wanted to get into trouble with her.

As a result, it was not known why the knight had found out, and she had personally taught them a lesson, and Count Beckberg's second son had almost been expelled from the academy.

But this was not going to happen again, and Freya, although a little bit confused, knew that it was the result of a compromise. But she's already grateful that she's just a civilian, by comparison.

But what's the point of bringing this up again?

She looked up puzzled at Nimmasis.

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