The Amber Sword

The princess stabbed Brando in the chest with a sword, and a little silver light on the tip of the sword seemed to separate the dark rainy night and interact with the lightning outside the window, leaving only a single white colour in the room for a while.

Thunder blasts.

The sword passed through the sword of the earth and the line of defense of Harangya, but Brando seemed to be surrounded by a clear corrugation that forced the tip of the sword to slide to one side. Griffin felt like she had hit a smooth stone surface, and the anti-seismic force prevented her from grasping the long sword and flying out of her hands. Behind Brando, ‘Marshal Yatanya’ (the leader of the White Lion Legion of the Second Renaissance) suddenly fell ill. This precious oil painting from the third century was pierced by a sword through her left eye.

Brando reacted with a hand that grabbed her right wrist - the half elf princess's hand was boneless and even slightly warm. But he didn't have time to taste it. She had to let him sweat upright first, left hand! Bran grabbed the princess's left hand with a glittering dagger on her left.

Now that Princess Griffin has both wrists firmly under Brando's control, the posture of both of them is somewhat obscure. As soon as she bit her teeth, lifted her knees to Brando's small belly top, Brando's dead soul risked herself. Never did she expect Her Royal Highness the Princess of the Thousand Golden Bodies to be so resolute in her hands. In desperation, she forgot herself and the halo of the conflict, and pressed Griffin's hands against the wall.

Thunder rolled through the clouds, lightning again whitewashed the earth.

“Mm-hmm," Princess Griffin groaned, displaying a painful look on her face. She lowered her head slightly, and a long silver curly hair trembled slightly.

She will also be dying on the wall in time for Brando to crush her body, and the attack will only be halfway through. But in this way, the posture between the two is not obscure, and Brando presses almost the whole person against her; and Her Royal Highness Princess Eruin is just an untouched young girl, with no experience of such close proximity to a strange man, and Brando's strong male smell makes her neck a little burnt.

So far, Princess Griffin finally fatally closed her eyes, her body softened, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she burst into tears. Once this emotion erupted, it could no longer be controlled. The crystalline tears came out of the embankment and rolled down along the cheek, and suddenly became a beauty with tears.

Brandoton panicked and said, "My princess, don't cry, this is suicide stabbing yourself, with a sword and chopping and stabbing me. What do you mean? Even Little Roman's happiness for the rest of his life was almost reimbursed, but at the end of the day it seemed like he was the culprit of all this.

But Chu Chu's poor half-fairy princess was so beautiful, Brando watched the light of thunderstorms lining her face as white as a jade stone. When he thought about it, it was the future of Her Royal Highness Princess Regent, who was high enough to hold up the whole Eluin, he couldn't help but heartbeat for a moment.

“Don't cry. ”

Princess Griffin, as if she hadn't heard, was crying. She was not a fragile person, but Ambethel's days had really shown the young girl what despair was, and no one would reach out to her, even the King's Party, but to watch her step down the abyss.

The only thing holding her back was that belief, but now even her only hope has been dashed. She's still strong, but she can't stand it anymore.

“This is not like our princess. ”

“How can Her Royal Highness, the weeping princess, lead Eruin out of her predicament? ”

“Princess Griffin. ”

“I'm going to cry again.” Brando couldn't bear to fool around, remembering that his only experience in dealing with women in his previous life seemed to be with his schoolsister. Is this... experience?

But Princess Griffin is obviously not a child, and when the running emotions cannot be contained, they erupt completely. She is like a wired puppet who has lost her temperament. Only tears falling like broken pearls prove that this immaterial semi-envirgin girl is still alive.

After many fruitless negotiations, Brando finally couldn't help it. He suddenly lifted Princess Griffin's chin and lowered his head.

The lightning pierced the rainy night, and the firewood flowered in the distant sky--

Half Fairy Princess opened her eyes immediately.

Brando, this kiss, it's out of order. He felt like there was a door open in his heart, and the deep emotions inside were pouring out like running rivers, the most sincere, the most honest, the least lying emotions. Though he thought he was only admiring her ideals, he finally understood that such admiration was equally engulfed between men and women, and that he had come here simply to get her, to keep her alive and not to repeat another tragedy in history.

The figure he looked over and over again, and now in his arms, his soft body, like a feather, weightless.

True and illusory.

He couldn't help but loosen Griffin's wrist and grabbed the girl's slender waist and held her tight, as if he feared that she would disappear again; he felt the soft lips of Her Highness carefully, then had to scale and attack the city and gently pry open the teeth of the half-Pokémon girl.

But this is exactly the time...

“Bang--”

Griffin's face was full of shame, and the red cloud on his face draped all the way to the root of his neck. She bit her lower lip and stared angrily at Brando - as if all of a sudden this moment had awakened her, forgetting even where she was at the moment, with only one thought left in her head.

Be bold, sin should die!

“You-" Her Royal Highness instantly hung a cold frost on her beautiful face and unconsciously drew her sword, but grabbed an empty space to realize that her sword had been lost and was being inserted into the painting behind the Dutchman.

“You have gone too far, Mr. Brando… me and I trust you so much, I didn't expect you to be like this! ”

“I'm sorry," Brando had a bit of a brain crash, and he never dreamed he'd be so impulsive to do something like that. It's just like nature. Is that what he subconsciously wants?

He hurriedly shook his head and threw out this fantastic idea, but hidden in anticipation. He inherited Brando's feelings, deeply drowned in his heart for Miss Roman's arbitrary and irrational misconduct, but the other half was Sophie, who, in comparison, might have a more important place in the hearts of this Protector Princess and Sister.

Her Royal Highness exhaled softly, as if she had calmed down. She closed her eyes and tried to turn herself back into that calm princess: "How did you cross the Temple blockade? Also, what are the guards doing out there, even letting you... Yes. Freya let you in, right? ”

With her eyelashes hanging, the tone was very cold, and the original 'Mr. Brando’ salute became ‘you’ with a strange smell. It made Brando feel a little bad.

“I met Freya, but it had nothing to do with her.” He photographed the cloak on his body, with the cloak, and the blockade that crossed the temple on a rainy night was not difficult. I had a little trouble getting into the estate, but luckily I ran into the patrol Freya walker.

“I'm not gonna piss anybody off. Freya is the daughter of the Duke of Everton, and she possesses qualities that we do not possess, not to mention... people want each other. Her Highness, the so-called princess, is probably just a joke now...”

The half elf girl smiled and smiled a little bitterly; she sat alone in a half-human's tall backrest chair, as if she were the same girl who listened to Ovewell's story that day in the sunshine of Hee-hee - only wet silver hair was scattered and it was pitiful not to say.

“Her Highness the Princess...”

“Mr. Brando,” Griffin interrupted him all of a sudden. She raised her head and her silver eyes had a strange, heartwarming melancholy: “… you, want me? ”

Brando couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air.

He suddenly realized that he could not refuse the offer, and he was moved. He knew what His Royal Highness meant, but could not help but reject it. That's the future of Her Highness Princess Eluin, the dream lover of countless people, who can have her as soon as he asks.

The brightest pearl on Eluin's crown.

Brando shook his head.

“I cannot refuse, Your Highness, your beauty has long been engraved in my heart. But not at this moment, nor at this point, my princess, the eldest princess who dares to denounce all Eluin above the aristocratic hall, deserves the hope of Eluin only if she is strong. ”

Brando gave it some thought and answered word for word.

Princess Griffin's divine colour is somewhat complex. “What do you want me to do?” Her tone suddenly regained its previous indifference, and Brando knew whether she was reckless or cared for herself, and in fact he was now devastated.

But if he did it again, he would have chosen to. Though there are some who are sorry for His Royal Highness the future King of Regents, he clearly touched at that moment something that had been deliberately avoided.

His heart, his true purpose in coming to this world. That purpose is now gradually becoming clearer.

Brando was about to talk, but at this point he suddenly remembered footsteps outside the hallway —— two people. Princess Griffin's face changed. If the outsiders saw her alone with Brando at this time, her reputation as Princess Eruin would be complete.

The princess couldn't help but stare hatefully at Brando. She hasn't settled the matter of the sword of the earth yet, and now she's in another trouble. But when she turned around, she looked at Brando exactly the same way.

Griffin couldn't help but look red: “Go hide!” She chewed her teeth and whispered.

“Where are you hiding?” Brando was also foolish. He had heard from Freya before. The royal party had gone to Prince Haruze. Why did he turn back just a few minutes ago?

“The cabinet! ”

The princess pointed to the closet beside her. At this time, the footsteps were getting closer and closer. She suddenly realized that her hair was still messy. She grabbed her hand and subconsciously pressed her lips.

She looked up at Brando, who was drilling into her closet. Princess Griffin couldn't help but answer harshly, "Brando, this time you have to help me, which is the reward of a country's princess's advance. ”

“Reward? ”

Brando almost fell into the closet, and suddenly he thought the whole thing was getting weird.

… (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)