The Amber Sword

What the hell is going on? Whose memory is this? Brando's memories of the royal city of Eluin are not so deep that he remembers the royal city, its luxurious palaces burning in flames, its pools collapsing and its creatures plunged into flames.

He still remembers the howling and screaming that haunted his ears.

But not at such a cheerful pace at the moment.

Brando looked at His Royal Highness the Little Prince, and thought this should be Haruze's memory. Princess Griffin and her brother have lived in Menstros for quite some time in history, and he should be familiar with it, perhaps a summer celebration in his memory.

Brando raised his head and saw Tianqin in the southern half of the sky, making sure it was supposed to be summer night.

He wondered, however, how the memory of the little prince could be linked to that of the lost man. How can a scene of assassination in a collapsed dream be associated with such a happy dream?

Brando kept quiet and kept moving forward. A lot of people have gathered around the avenue, but most of them have turned a blind eye to Brando and the little prince. It's also normal that everyone's memories are blurred for details, and these people exist in their memories, but once they pass, they don't necessarily remember what each of them looks like.

He walked through these people with Haruze, watching the details of the celebration. But it was at this time that a carriage in the distance came from the darkness, a dark, haunted, aristocratic four-wheeled carriage, and Brando saw the crest on the walls of the carriage and couldn't help but shrink his eyes.

“Teacher, that's Viscount Begning--" the little prince also recognized, as if he still remembered the man who betrayed his sister. He grabbed Brando's horn with some concern and whispered a warning.

Brando nodded.

Haruze was still a little confused, with his little eyebrows hanging, and he said to himself, “Strangely enough, Viscount Begnin's crest clearly contained no winter green leaves. Me and I remember that it was a decoration only the Count could have...”

“Oh... this is a dream, I, I forgot again, I'm sorry. ”

This heartless word gave Brando his first beat.

His eyebrows suddenly wrinkled. He remembers clearly a detail, Count Begnin. This is indeed the name in history, and after Her Royal Highness's victory over the war in the North, Eruin has ushered in hope for peace. Then came the five years of Zhongxing, and despite occasional clashes with Madala, the timeline remained smoothly excessive in another period of history.

Then the Second Black Rose War arrived on schedule.

Brando felt a tingle in his heart. After the Battle of Red Valley, the goddess of martial arts died. The situation was even more detrimental to Her Royal Highness, who, shortly thereafter, summoned Begnin back to Menstros in order to help his own forces confront the Grand Duke of Anlek.

Back then... Back then, Brando remembered. At that time, Begnin, though not succeeding to the title of Grand Duke of Sifah, was declared an Earl.

“By the way...”

“This celebration. ”

Brando felt a chill rising from his back, and he remembered where this celebration came from. Yura and Ike defeated Madala's army in the Manowell region, when the alliance of Eruin and the players seemed to seize a slight respite, and Princess Griffin feasted on the envoy of the Temple of Fire in the hope that the Cruz would help.

Summer festival.

Book roll feast.

Time is rated at this historical node. Brando suddenly realized that it was not Haruze's memory, but his own. When Princess Griffin was assassinated, he was present in person that day.

Brando suddenly bit his teeth tight.

History actually repeats itself in front of him.

“Teacher?” Haruze sees Brando's red-white and uncertain face, which is somewhat strange.

Brando took a deep breath and replied, "Nothing, Haroozer ——” He was trying to say we had to find a way into town. But it was at this time that he suddenly felt a slight burning of the paper on his hands.

He hurried to pick up the piece of paper.

That piece of paper has changed at this moment. He just found out it was a letterhead, about the size of a slap. He opened the envelope and dropped an invitation, the text of which was vague, but only one of the words was remarkable: ‘Invite Viscount Cadell and his fiancée, Miss Bestide, to the feast...'

Brando was enlightened in his heart. The memories of the unknown were linked to his memories, and the guy was assassinated on his way to the banquet. But what made him wonder was what this had to do with his memories. And why did he get assassinated and what did he regret?

And there's another problem. There was only one Viscount Cadell on the carriage, and the invitation said Viscount Cadell and his fiancée were invited to the feast. What about his fiancée?

“Wait, fiancée? ”

Brando's movements suddenly froze there.

“Teacher?” His Royal Highness the Little Prince naturally noticed Brando's movements as well. He saw Brando's paper turned into an envelope and naturally remembered what Brando had said before. “Teacher, does it remember something new again? ”

Brando silently handed over the letterhead to his students. Haruze picked up that light piece of paper, looked closely, and stayed for a while: "Teacher, shall we go to the feast instead of this Viscount Cadell? ”

Theoretically, this should be the case for the mandate. Brando recalls all the details of the strategy in detail, but his conclusions are no different.

“But the Viscount's fiancée, shall we find her first?” The little prince asked.

There's a possibility. Brando shrugged for a moment, but he didn't think it was likely. As the fiancée of Viscount Cadell, he was suspicious of being at the heart of the mission. But the key is that the more memorable things are, the sooner they should appear, according to the characteristics of the dreams in which the unnamed collapse.

Like a piece of paper in his hand.

And his fiancée, until now, is either insignificant, or she is as dead as the Viscount.

But both the former and the latter, it's almost impossible to find out what this so-called Miss Bessidy is doing in this dream.

“I'm afraid we're having a hard time finding her.” Brando replied.

“Ah? So that's how we go to the banquet? But the courtesan said that it would be disgraceful if such a nobleman of the Yangtze River did not bring a female guest -" Haruze said with dismay and some apprehension.

“It's not a matter of shame.” Brando shook his head. The shame in his dreams had nothing to do with him, and he had to admire the fact that the little prince was still worried about the problem. The crux of the matter is that this invitation is clearly very important to this Viscount Roush, who would not have remembered it so clearly.

He forgot all the other words on the invitation and went to simply recall the phrase 'inviting Viscount Cadell and his fiancée, Miss Bestide, to the feast -’, indicating that he attached great importance to the matter.

That is, if he fails to meet this condition, as set out in Amber, then the task that follows is essentially non-negotiable.

Brando doesn't want to spend the rest of his life in this dream.

But what he can't help scolding is, in this shithole, who is he going to find to dress up as this goddamn fiancée, Miss Bestier? In this dream, almost all the memories, with the exception of important characters, are fragile, and the people out there act as a background and cannot interact with him and Haruze at all.

But suddenly he stopped.

Brando's eyes fell on Haruze--

The little prince of Eruin, the future king. Haruze is only twelve years old this year, because of his long sword practice, he has begun to grow tall, just above his waist. He was a little like his sister, Princess Griffin, born with a lovely face, and red fluttering, silver eyes always flooded with water, soft hair on his forehead, making him look like a weak little girl for many times.

The point is, because of his half elf lineage, his body is far less robust than that of a human boy, but rather thin.

He stood there, in and of himself, pitiful and weak. Even more gentle and quiet than his sister.

Brando hesitated for a moment and the evil thoughts in his heart came out of nowhere. The little prince seemed to notice something bad and couldn't help but look carefully at him and ask, "Mr. Brando? ”

Brando raised a finger, just a thought, before the Viscount Cadell's seal appeared in his hands intact. This is the benefit of dreams that can be easily replicated anywhere as long as they exist in the memory of the three of him, Haruze and Viscount Cadell.

Then he bowed his head and said to the little prince, "Haruze. ”

“Hmm?”

“Did anybody tell you you were pretty? ”

The little prince's face turned red and he stared at his teacher with the lion's teeth, not knowing what to think for a while. “Teacher, teacher? ”

“Wouldn't it be a problem to put on women's clothes? ”

The problem was enormous. Haruze held the sword and shook his head dead. Then he lowered his head, blushed, almost blushed at the root of his neck. Brando couldn't help but admire the scene. To be honest, His Royal Highness is more like a teenage girl than his sister.

He sighed and, to be honest, he also found his idea absurd. Hidden, however, is the pleasure of a prank, especially as it seems to be the only possible solution.

“Haruze--”

He said.

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