The Amber Sword

The moonlight is as clean as silver and sprinkled on the floor.

The little prince stood twistedly at the line between light and darkness, revealing only the tipped chin of a girl in the dark, with a slender upper body and a long dress in a hazy outline; silver grey eyes like gemstones in the dark, crystalline and full of shyness, his hands straightened to grasp the skirts on both sides.

Although it's just a outline in the dark, Brando is already very satisfied.

Haruze hesitated slightly before slowly walking out. First a pair of silver shoes with a bow tied to them, then a lace side dress with a snow silver hem, then a small upper body - dressed like a noble princess, a silver-covered dress with fine clavicles on the huge bow at the chest and rounded shoulders like a little girl; the hair also grew longer, with long hair tied behind the head, curly silver hair draped down at each end, and ponytails with lots of fluffy silver curls, looking very elegant.

The moonlight spilled on him, and the white skin and silver costume surface reflected a faint glow that looked like a holy mountain elf. Haruze stared at the floor, blushing to the thin neck root, his pointy ears shaking with some shyness, gently winking the big eyes full of moisture.

Brando even looked at it for a moment.

In front of him is Haruze, the shy little prince, clearly Princess Griffin of Little One. No, Her Royal Highness did not have such a weak temperament, which complemented the princess's dress. Brando never dreamed he'd see a gentle and quiet Princess Griffin.

He couldn't help coughing: "Should I call you Prince Haruze or Her Highness? ”

Although he made the proposal, he had to regret it at this time. Brando himself had no idea that Haruze would look like this when he changed into a woman's dress.

Hopefully there will be no after-effects.

“Mr. Brando... Teacher, I'd be so angry if you said that again.” Haruze frowned, some angrily answering. He looked around at his costume and his face was still a little red. “This, this is just a necessary choice to get out of this dream, but not to give the teacher a chance to laugh at me--”

Brando was slightly shy, and he didn't expect his little student to be shy like this and say something like that. Even on weekdays, little princes rarely dare to talk to him.

He almost thought he was delusional and couldn't help but stare at Haruze strangely.

The little prince lowered his head and whispered, “When you go to the feast, can't a lady wear a sword? ”

Brando nodded.

“Then ask the teacher to put away the lion's teeth for me.” Haruze handed Brando his sword. Brando realized that this student seemed to have changed, and as he took the sword and put it in the dimensional cave, he asked softly, "Haruzer, you look a little like your sister right now.”

“Well, I don't know why I think of my sister.” The little prince nodded red-handedly: “But the teacher was right, people can't always live on other people, and I have to work hard to get out of this dream. Eru suffers so much from such misery that it is only a small difficulty compared to them. ”

Brando's eyes were slightly bright.

He didn't actually spend much time convincing Haruze, just telling the student about a possibility. Of course, they can spend more time searching for that unwanted fiancée, but the dream of the lost is itself a disintegrating world, and every extra minute they spend here is one more point of danger.

Perhaps this is what the Lost put Haruze into the dream itself. Though it is unclear what its intentions are, the task in the dream must be closely related to everyone entering the dream, and it will never be the task of someone. So he told Haruze frankly about the dangers and risks, let him make his own choices, and told him he could take the same risks with him.

Ultimately, Haruze chose this simple approach.

He thought it was just because of the little prince's weak compromise, but he didn't think that was what he was thinking.

Brando couldn't help but be somewhat comforted. The little prince was weak and almost disappointing, but he didn't expect to have an awakening day. Though it makes people laugh a little, in the future His Majesty the King of Eruin will say how he changed his life. Is it because of a woman's costume?

However, although personality can be difficult to change for a moment, as long as there is such awareness in the mind, it will at least slowly become stronger. Historically, Haruze had also become independent and married Elara, so that in this world he could not necessarily be a true king.

All you need is an opportunity.

Brando smiled. “You can say that. It was an accident. But your sister will be happy, at least you look like a qualified king now. ”

But will the king be dressed as a woman? As a player, Brando inevitably has some strange thoughts in his mind.

“Well, that's because the teacher made me understand that I can also fight and win with my own sword...” Haruze replied softly. “Actually, I appreciate it. I don't know if I did it right or wrong, but I think I should choose to face it first. ”

“Well said, it's a pleasure to have a student like you. Now that you have this idea, let's face it together. ”

Brando reached out and said, "Actually, I have a feeling this mission might have something to do with you, Haroozer.” He frowned slightly and thought of Her Royal Highness the Elder Princess in Menstrosburg, feeling somewhat unknown for a moment. “How will history play out this time? ”

“It's about me? ”

Brando nodded: "I think Viscount Cadell made you look like this, with his own considerations. Everything in dreams is strange, but there is no connection between things. ”

The little prince dared not argue, but whispered.

Brando reached out and looked at him.

Haruze stood still slightly and looked at his teacher. Brando sighed, "Put your hands together. You don't want Viscount Cadell to be considered a man without upbringing and gentlemanship, do you? ”

“But, but...” The little prince suddenly looked silly.

“You're wearing gloves, you're afraid of nothing. Besides, it's just a dream. What are you thinking? Practice it first so you don't get to wear a gang.” Brando stared at his students and said, "That's not a lie. In the past, they also used to make up a variety of people; players even had a self-tuning phrase that self-cultivation of actors was an essential quality for every player.

Of course, especially for players like Nightingales.

Men dressed as women and women dressed as men are common.

The little prince answered with a hard scalp and placed his hand on Brando's hand. Brando was no different, he was in full mission state, checked the Prince's costume carefully, and asked: "Do you know what a noble lady in a superior society looks like? ”

“Well… probably know something. ”

“You take two steps to show me. ”

Haruze blushed and twisted and pinched two steps. But Brando immediately screamed, "Stop -” Haruze looked up at him in confusion, and Brando couldn't help shaking his head: “Forget it, how do you walk now? In fact, you would have looked more like a girl...”

The little prince leaned slightly and then some stared at his teacher with a bite.

It's just that Brando didn't care. His mind flew to the palace in the royal city. In the last life, Prince Haruze was supposed to be at this feast. What did he witness? Brando's memories, the little prince's memories, and Cadell's memories are all tangled together, and there must be a potential knot in them.

But in order to solve this puzzle, I guess we can only go to the center of the incident.

So after a short exercise in the 'Ready to Wear Shop for the Holy Girl', Brando went straight out with the little prince. Because in his dreams, he copied Viscount Cadell's carriage, mounted four snow horses, and headed straight to the heart of the Royal City.

The carriage crosses the main road of the Imperial City, and every street alley in Menstros in Eruin's hometown is so familiar to Brando at this moment. As if with deep memories, everything that has become obscure in the past is gradually coming back to light.

The process is like looking for Viscount Cadell's memories while also repairing his own. Brando looked at the familiar shops, fountains, squares, and this route was like crossing that street the other day when he was at a banquet with his sister. The details, which were already obscure, are gradually becoming clearer.

As if to go back to that history.

Brando's breathing was getting impatient. He frowned and looked at the lights under the night, his mood returning to the day of Eruin. The goddess of martial arts has died in battle, and the whole kingdom is covered in sorrow.

But the nobles are still obsessed with the sound of the dogs and horses, and the glorious palace and the glorious lights seem to be the last songs of the kingdom.

The light turns into a flaming sea in Brando's eyes.

“Teacher?” Turning back, Haruze noticed that Brando's divine colour was somewhat wrong.

Brando, this is just coming back. He shook his head at his students - to be honest, the little prince now looks like the little princess. He hesitated for a moment and said, "Haruze, you might see something you can't imagine later. ”

“Is it because it's in a dream? ”

“Almost...”

“But whatever happens, you can't be impulsive. Dreams themselves are a strange but logical world. Its logic and memory are closely linked, making no sense to change dreams - our task is to make up for the regrets in Viscount Cadell's heart.” Brando stopped: “Do you understand? ”

Instead of saying that, he was reminding himself. Of course he understands what happened at the banquet, but he understands he has to converge.

Because this is a dream, just a world of memories.

Haruze nodded as if he didn't understand the location.

At this point the carriage finally stopped.

Brando opened the door. But it was at that time that his hands were frozen and he looked at the person standing outside the door. Seems to see a terrible nightmare.

Nimaisis-- No, or rather, a woman who looks exactly like a female knight, stands under a carriage, looks at him, contrasts a piece of paper in her hand, and looks up and smiles:

“Viscount Cadell, right? ”

Brando just feels like there's a big wave going on in his heart.

……

(PS: Something's up today, that's all. Anything else should be borrowed, but not necessarily soon, and I'm basically 10,000 for one day. Let's make it up to you if it's inspiring.

Besides, yesterday I saw the book review on Taiwan station, it was really a little sweaty. In fact, I didn't mean to cut it off and then it got even worse. I don't know how to say this... = =, I always felt like I was on vacation. I'm sorry, I should just hide from being seen! I'll keep an eye out for it later.) (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.)