The Amber Sword

Sy overhead on a snowy white pillow, watching Brando weep in silence in the house.

Metissa didn't say anything, Flo didn't say anything, Charles just looked at Brando.

Antitina looked to the right, looking at her lord with suspicion at the end of her face, she had not experienced the dark underground of Chaffrend, and she did not have the keen insight of Metissa —— naturally she did not understand what Brando meant to Sy at this moment. But the fool could see the girl's attachment to Brando, so she didn't want to distort herself.

Brando came a little closer and stood by Sy's bed. The girl finally stopped her weakness, and she calmed down and smiled weakly at Brando with teardrops - that smile was sweet, but fragile as if it were engraved on a pale, thin piece of paper, ready to crush.

“You are back… Lord.” Sheesh said that she had been unable to eat for days and that she relied mainly on water for her life during the week. Girls are so weak that they can barely make a sound, but rather describe it by mouth.

“I'm back.” Brando was a little upset to see Cee like this, and he whispered.

“What about Schafflund's work?” Sy looked at him silently.

Brando smiled and didn't answer.

“Are you back to see me, Lord?” The confusion in Sydney's eyes expresses her problem, and Brando sees a glimmer of hope from this young girl Amber's eyes - he nodded.

Sy blinked hard.

But she sucked on her nose and lay flat back. The teenage girl's chest fluttered slightly and she occasionally raised her eyebrows slightly, as if lying just like this would also feel unusually painful - no one dared to disturb her, so the needle was quiet for a moment in the room.

“Can I survive? ”

The red-haired girl turned her head over to the other side and stared at the lush branches of the mangrove outside the window, whispering.

Brando hesitated for a moment and nodded.

“Truth? ”

“When have I ever lied?” Brando replied.

Sheesh shrugged for a while, "But I think... the grownups are lying to me!” The red-haired teenager whispered in a feminine voice that almost sounded like a delicate tone to everyone's heart.

No one thought that this stubborn young girl would be so weak, as if the pain of the day had completely dissolved the strength she had stood alone for so long.

Brando didn't answer.

In fact, no one had the capacity to answer that question, and the sparrows in the house were silent.

“Actually...” Si looked at the inky green leaves on the branches of the mangrove, as if the sun clearly printed its veins, “I listened to you... you talked...”

She gasped: “It's impractical,... forget it, even I don't think it's necessary.” The girl laughed alone.

If Makaro was here, she would have found herself never carefully smiling at her adopted daughter in the past - sweetly quiet as an angel.

“Sy!”

Antitina interrupted her, some angrily stepping forward: "What are you talking about!” The quiet young lady did not go on during the week, and Sy's words made her sad.

But Brando waved at her, and he looked at Sy and made up his mind. The young lord raised his head slightly and asked softly, "Sy, do you have any more wishes? ”

Everybody's a nitrogen.

Even Sy was slightly nitrous.

Despite her stubborn words, she was reluctant to leave. Otherwise, he would not insist, biting his teeth - even if every day seemed to suffer in hell, he would always await the return of this young lord.

Because he told her that he would take her, and that he would not leave her anyway.

That's what touched her heart.

She looked at Brando with a grudge and almost wanted to cry. Everyone lied to her, lied to her -- told her yes, but the answer was no. It used to be the same, and it still is.

Sydney wondered if she was too greedy and always wanted something other people couldn't do, but she clearly gave her true feelings, but the reward was that her chest was as painful as a stab.

The red-haired girl looked at Brando, tears spinning and twirling in her eyes, and finally she tried to suck her nose and whispered with difficulty:

“Lord...”

Cee stopped, she gasped to adjust her mood, she tried to speak three times, but only at the last time she swallowed her voice: “In my hometown, there is a tradition...”

“Legend has it that at the time of death, his closest relatives would kiss her forehead to leave their thoughts there… so that even in another world, she would not forget them…”

She looked at Brando somewhat powerlessly —— she felt she couldn't hate herself, this horrible liar —— and she thought,

“Lord...” she said.

“So, can you... be the closest person... to Sy? ”

“Even… once,”

The girl took a breath and went back to lie down as hard as she could. Some muttered to herself in confusion: “Big leader, Ike, Yura... and everyone else, don't be shy...”

When Antittina heard this, she covered her mouth and turned her head, sucking her nose hard as if she didn't want to see what happened next.

But both Metisa and Charles' eyes fell on Brando.

Brando nodded silently for a moment.

After Sy lost her last support, the whole person fell down completely, and she didn't actually see Brando nodding. But out of her mind, she still wanted to laugh —— she just didn't have the strength to laugh.

What a failure!

Sy couldn't help but think that her life was a failure - that there was nothing she could do to protect others, that she wanted to depend on them or that she was abandoned.

She was sad to cry.

But I can't cry anymore.

“Close your eyes, Sy.” Brando said softly.

The young girl sighed for a moment and then quieted down. She thought, at least Lord Martha finally saw her little existence - she closed her eyes submissively, just her last wish, and she didn't want to leave a final regret.

She closed her eyes as if she heard a breeze in the Chablis Mountains, and she grew up listening to it.

That is the homeland of the mountain people, the beginning and the end of all dreams.

Suddenly Sy felt tranquil from the inside, and she thought she'd finally come back here. In this quiet mountain forest, where she grew up with everyone, everyone was so clear.

Ike, Captain, the worry-free time came back to her.

But she raised her head slightly, stubbornly waiting for the kiss of another memory, a farewell signal. But she waited for a long time, as if the world had stopped moving and everything had stopped.

But she still didn't wait.

Sydney unwittingly wanted to open her eyes, even though she didn't know if she had the strength to open them, but at this point she heard a gentle voice:

“Don't move. ”

The red-haired girl closed her eyes and shivered slightly, turning red-haired. Coming, she thought, but at this point, she felt something icy and cold hitting her lips.

Sy almost screamed from the bottom of her heart, and if she could, she would feel her ears -- no, her ears were burning.

“How can he and he kiss there...”

“There are so many people in the house! ”

The red-haired girl felt like she was really dying the next moment, but was not killed by the blood of God, but shy to death. Sy was stuck for a while, and she didn't know what to do —— her head was petrified —— a heart pounding straight through her chest, a voice that had never been so powerful and clear.

But wait?

Sy's grunting motion stopped unconsciously, and she tried to take a slight breath - powerful and clear? How many days has she not thought so clearly, all the pain stopped and her vitality seemed to return to her body.

The previous feeling of helplessness, which was difficult to breathe, disappeared without a trace at this moment.

She can clearly feel a warm stream of heat entering her body from her mouth, sliding down her tiny tongue into her throat and dispersing into limb wreckage.

This power seems to heal the pain and drag her out of the abyss of misery.

Sy was so stuck, she subconsciously reached out and touched her face —— even though she hadn't opened her eyes. But this inner surprise lasted only a moment, and then it was replaced by another shyness.

Anyway - that guy can't kiss her!

“Why are you doing this?” Sy's face is red again, like a lovely red apple: “And in front of so many people! ”

“She also sent some strange things to her mouth...” The red-haired girl felt she couldn't think anymore. She lowered her head slightly and felt like her body was burning. She couldn't help but find a stitch to drill down immediately.

She closed her eyes so tight that she would rather die than open them, otherwise she would surely be laughed at by others.

But this is when she hears a squeaky laugh.

This laugh is like the last straw that breaks the bow string, letting Sy open her eyes in a second —— the first thing she sees is Antina, Flo, smiling on her face, but having to hold on to it —— except for Charles and Metisa.

This young wizard and little Silver Fairy princess are looking at what Brando has in his hands with an incredibly shocking look.

It's a golden apple.

Brando put this apple on Sy's lips expressionlessly, honestly, in a different mood than the others. He's not happy at all right now, because the powerful life force on the Golden Apple can only prolong Sy's life and not change the end result.

On the other hand, it will grow the blood of God in her body. Brando can only consolently think of the legend that Golden Apple can change a person's destiny, and can only hope that it can change Sy's.

It was a last resort, not to mention that the dragon had clearly told him what was weird about the apple. He thinks it's not poison, but it's not good either.

But at this point, Sy's the real face is on fire. Even Brando looked at this girl a little strange, he was wondering how a person's face could turn red like this, is this the prank of the Little Mother Dragon?

But he had no idea that the only idea in Sydney's mind at this time was probably to find a piece of cheese and smash it to death.

She didn't think she was completely wrong, and it wasn't the most embarrassing, the most embarrassing thing was that it was obvious that Antina and Flo had seen this reaction.

“Someone's dying. ”

Sydney thinks that the blood of God in her body has long been forgotten beyond the Nine Clouds.

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