The Amber Sword

Her Royal Highness Princess Eluin walked into the second floor of the lobby as if she were following two snowy queens, 'Elather’ or 'Lonina’. The hall is as quiet as winter silence, and as ghosts pass through the crowd, their voices fall and freeze into powder, as the Minors on the glacier say: 'Ghosts can devour human voices. ’

Brando's gaze retrieved from the flourishing rooftop, just opposite Griffin's gaze, the fairy princess's railing, sharp eyes as a sword, looked down at him, making him jump to his heart.

In Brando's heart, it seemed to me that Princess Griffin had a different meaning in her eyes, as if the executioner looked at the death row inmate and was cold.

“What's the matter?” He has never seen a princess look at herself like that, neither in her previous life nor in this life.

The unusual silence lasted only a moment, Princess Griffin retreated her gaze, and this was the second floor when the banquet was officially announced. The musicians seemed to have returned to God, and the loud sound of the wooden violin was again in the lobby.

Everything before seemed like an illusion, but Brando looked at Her Royal Highness and turned downstairs. He felt something in his heart. He turned around and looked at the little prince who was make-up for Princess Bedis and asked, "Haruze, what else did your sister say to you? ”

“Teacher...” Haruze stopped, his slender neck gleaming in the light, but it was covered with fine, dense sweat beads, which made him look a little nervous.

It was at this time that a Yin Test sound from behind the two interrupted Haruze's words: “Lord Viscount. ”

Brando turned around and saw an elderly woman standing behind herself and Haruze. The woman wears a light blue ceremonial dress, her hair is white, every wrinkle on her face seems to be a bit dignified, only when she sees them the serious divine color slightly ablates and reveals a programmatic smile: “Viscount Cadell, Miss Beddis, the princess is looking for you. ”

“Your Highness? Looking for us?”

“Yes, Her Royal Highness is waiting for you over there with Miss Bedice.” The woman replied.

“What can I do for you, Your Highness?” Brando had doubts about Dortonsen, who always thought Griffin's cold eyes meant something, not to mention that Haruze had left his sister, and Her Royal Highness was now looking for them, apparently not for her ‘sister'.

Everything is now very different from what has happened in history, and Brando knows that there must be memories of Cadell himself, but it is not easy to remove them from your dreams and find the targets behind them.

Brando suddenly came up with the possibility: "What if Viscount Cadell was the enemy of Her Highness in this dream?” If Viscount Cadell stood opposite Griffin, perhaps the Princess's eyes would be easily understood.

“But if Viscount Cadell stands opposite the Elder Princess, then who is likely to be his identity? ”

Although dreams are mere myths, myths do not arise automatically, as if one could not imagine things one had never seen, even fantasy creatures, dragons and ghosts, mostly detached from what one hears in the real world, such as a long horned horse, the raptor of the first lion of the eagle, that is, Viscount Cadell appeared at this banquet, which should itself be a substitute for another person in this banquet.

“Who would that be? Cadell's memories will certainly pick someone similar to his experience in this scenario, and this person will certainly not be nameless, because he should at least have some connection to Haruze, whom Princess Bedes represents. ”

Brando suddenly remembered that before Haruze finally married Elara, he actually had a marriage contract. The betrothed is the adopted daughter of the Grand Duke of Antioch, a woman named Ezekiel, who has historically been nameless, but Brando knows that she is actually an elemental witch, with a private identity as an assassin and detective cultivated by Antioch.

That is, if Haruze became Bedis, the sister of Princess Griffin in this dream, then his identity would most likely be Ethel in this dream. A detective and assassin on the Duke's side.

When Brando suddenly felt chilly, he wondered what Viscount Cadell's unfinished wish was. Is it a pity that the assassination failed? Or the remorse of a successful assassination?

If the former…

He fought a cold war and looked back at the second floor again, and the closed door seemed to haunt him with some unknown sign. Brando looked back at Haruze - could the little prince accept if they wanted to kill Princess Griffin in order to leave the dream?

He shook his head in his heart.

“Lord Viscount?” The elderly woman looked at Brando and asked again.

Brando just turned around and nodded at her, indicating he would take them to the princess. As the woman said, Princess Griffin was waiting for them on the side of the lobby, standing under the painting of Ansen XI, who had once brought a brief euphoria to Eruin, just like her.

And the end of the two seemed similar.

The princess looked up at the painting and didn't look back until she noticed the two people approaching her. Brando noticed that her silver eyes were no longer frozen, as if the scene she had seen before was just an illusion.

The eldest princess saw Brando and Haruze with a gentle smile on her face: "Thank you for waiting, Viscount Cadell. And now the situation is critical, Bedice, and she's young, and I have to tell her something beforehand. ”

“Nothing," replied Brando, thinking about previous speculations. If Kader was an assassin, his identity would probably have been lost before, otherwise His Royal Highness would not have revealed that.

But he wondered what the Elder Princess was now asking him to do, and if she was going to fight back, the best chance would be when Haruze was separated from him, not to bring her sister back to him.

Princess Griffin glanced at them and whispered, “Mr. Viscount, remember what I told you before? ”

“… what is your Highness the Princess saying?” Brando was slight, and as a substitute for this dream, he had no memory whatsoever of what had happened before. He can still speculate that everything that preceded was in keeping with historical developments, but now the whole party is completely out of his control.

Princess Griffin glanced at him and looked at him with a mockery: "Grand Duke Alex is on his way, and I know he has plans for tonight, but I intend to make your relationship with Bedice public by then. I told you -- if anything happens to me, you and Bedice can take over the throne and stand up against Alex. ”

“Although the nobles have not stood with me, they do not necessarily take sides in good faith with Antioch, who has also raised many enemies, even enemies, since the Battle of Ambessel. When I die, they will not sit on the throne; the Sifah family and he have an old hatred, and I let my brother go. When I die, he may not be your ally, but he will surely be the enemy of Alex. In addition, old friends of Lantonilan will be your staunch backing..."

“Sister...” Haruze couldn't help but say.

“Bedis, you stay out of this.” Griffin looks at his‘ sister ’, a little serious: "From today on, you have to learn to be invisible. ”

She sighed again and was somewhat tired: “I don't want to go this far, Mada La Tiger looks at me and Eluin has actually lost her last chance. But the Cruz don't necessarily want to face the dead, so maybe they'll turn to you, and this is Elouin's last chance--”

Brando listened to it quietly, and he was a little strange that he had subconsciously treated Viscount Cadell as the assassin in history, knowing that Princess Griffin probably already knew who Viscount Cadell was. But what makes him wonder is, why would she say that in front of him?

“Isn't she afraid to divulge herself? ”

“Or did she treat herself completely as a dead man? ”

Brando could not guess what the princess thought for a moment, but the dream had now developed completely out of his cognition, and Viscount Cadell's dream had overlapped with his dream, Haruze's dream, and he could even smell the thick, bloody smell in the air.

He looked back at Haruze, and ‘Little Princess' looked equally worried.

Princess Griffin seemed to have given her last words and then smiled and raised the glass to both of them - Brando knew that the eldest princess in history could not have been unaware of her death, otherwise she would not have safely transferred Haruze out before then, and what she said today was actually said to the core members of the Red Traveler that day, just not so straightforward.

Now, the meaning of the elder princess was obvious, but unfortunately only the schoolsister noticed something.

Brando couldn't help but feel a little depressed, and he saw the princess move and picked up the glass from the silver plate beside him - although he never cared too much, after months of raid training in Antina, he was now a little bit of a master of the aristocratic etiquette.

“Mr. Viscount, for you, and for Beddis, and Elaine, cheers.” The eldest princess looked at him with a silver eye, raised the glass and said ‘for Eruin's sake' her emotions were a little out of control, but she still naturally put the glass over her lips.

Brando was about to raise his glass, but it was at this moment that Haruze, beside him, suddenly reached out and hit the cup in his hand and fell on the carpet.

“Can't drink, teacher, it's poisonous.” The little prince whispered with some excitement.

Brando smiled slightly, but there was not much surprise in his face, and he looked up at his princess in front of him. Now that he had guessed the identity of Viscount Cadell, he knew there might be a problem with the wine. He had no intention of drinking it, but he had no idea that Haruze would dare to disobey his sister's intentions.

Although only a myth, it is already very difficult for His Royal Highness the Little Prince.

“Bedice!” Her Royal Highness was completely stuck by her sister's movements, and Brando saw him squeeze his fist and his fine eyebrows almost wrinkled together. She took a deep breath and asked coldly, "What are you doing? ”

“Sister, Mr. Brando, he will not harm you… you, you are mistaken, he is not that person!” Haruze dared not collide with his sister and could only lower his head and defend himself in a low voice.

“Brando? ”

Princess Griffin glanced slightly. She looked at her ‘sister’ and then at Brando: “Who is that? Bedis, what are you talking about? ”

“No, no...” Haruze realized that he had missed his mouth and hurried to change his words: “Viscount Qader, he is a good man. ”

Brando somehow won a good guy card, and the key was whether the good guy card or a boy gave it to him, which made him feel a little embarrassed. But he did not argue, but watched the scene happen quietly, because at that moment he could already feel something disturbing deep down inside.

This is the throbbing of dreams.

In other words, in this scene, in an era, in a banquet, Viscount Cadell may have experienced it personally.

Bedice is arguing with her sister.

This scene evokes the memory of Viscount Cadell, as if Brando could feel that the discredited knight was returning to his time.

He looked up and saw that the entire hall was changing, from the architectural style of Eruin's renaissance to an even older era. The glorious Ansen XI era embossed style disappeared, and the staircase railings seemed to become a more ancient piece of wood. All the decorations around us, the clothes on people are changing, eventually going backwards to a Brando —— no, to be exact, the style of one of Brando's most familiar Elf Sisters.

Wind Pokémon's glory is back in time.

It's the elf...

Brando had heard about the times of her life many times in St. Osor, and everything he saw was so familiar, almost exactly as he had heard.

He turned around and saw that Haruze had stopped in front of Princess Griffin.

“Bedice, he's Alex's assassin! He's no longer the Kader you know. He's already betrayed you. ”

“Sister, no, absolutely not, because Brando... Mr. Cadell...”

Haruze argued softly, but all of a sudden he thought of a terrible possibility, and his pretty face turned snow. He turned around and looked at Brando with some fear, "Mr. Brando, you...”

At the same time, Brando's heart palpitations became more and more apparent.

It was as if he heard a voice echoing in his heart:

“Kill her! ”

“Kill her! ”

“Kill them! ”

At that moment he knew that it was Viscount Cadell's identity. Brando's hand rested on the sword sheath of the earth, his eyelids slightly dropped, and his palms were covered in cold sweat.

“What should I do?”

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(PS: Coming back, going out for a cold, I'm heartless. Write a chapter today. It feels good. See if you can get back to normal tomorrow. = =, hey, what a guilty feeling, how come my code words are so hard, so painful for all of you to follow... I really want to write a bunch of them smoothly.) (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.)