The Amber Sword

The lobby has become like a cultivated field filled with bloody red and pungent blood. Soldiers dressed in red and white gowns slowly cross the bodies stacked upside down against each other, cross the creek beneath which they converge into a trickling stream of blood. Cold iron boots trample neatly across the sticky carpet covered in blood and surround Brando in this corner.

Half-Pokémon Princess still tried to break her wrist out of Brando's clamp-like palm, she struggled for a while, but in vain, so she calmed down quickly and asked coldly, “Viscount Cadell, what exactly do you want? ”

Brando put the sword of the earth as dark as obsidian on Griffin's neck in the somewhat panicked eyes of Haruzer and watched the two nearby knights stop before answering: "Of course, it killed out the reins. ”

“Kill out the perimeter?” Princess Griffin looked at the soldiers with suspicion, and in her mind, those men and Viscount Cadell were supposed to be on a hill.

Brando didn't explain much either. He used his sword to silence Her Royal Highness's knight and the woman next to her, and said, "If you don't want to hurt Her Royal Highness, follow me. You follow me. We'll retreat toward the stairs and go upstairs. ”

Princess Griffin did not know exactly what Viscount Cadell intended, so she hummed softly.

“Your Royal Highness, if Beddis had a chance to survive, would that be what you wanted? So I want you to cooperate with me, and I'm sure you're smart enough and calm enough to judge the pros and cons right now to let all of us die here, except for your enemies ——"

“Teacher…”

Haruze looked at him with some difficulty, but the latter stared back at him.

The divine colour on the long princess's face did not trust that 'Kader’ would suddenly change the camp, and she preferred to believe that there was another conspiracy. But at least one thing Brando was right about Princess Griffin, who had been the best politician since she first left the Palace at the age of 16, was able to calmly analyse the situation and accept as long as it wasn't the worst option.

Personal emotion, which has always been a luxury for her, sometimes her mind is like a sophisticated machine, stubborn and indifferent to herself and holding to the hope of her heart. She sacrificed everything herself so that she had that fate that led to the sympathy and empathy of all Eruin players, Her Royal Highness.

So for Brando, she didn't refuse, but she didn't approve. That's enough, Brando knows Princess Griffin hasn't given up on herself, but he also knows that she won't at least deliberately confront him.

The next thing you know, you need to kill a bloody road, and he doesn't want anybody behind it to be ready to trip themselves at all times.

He immediately leaned in the direction of the stairs with Princess Griffin. The eldest princess did not resist, but she relieved herself by looking at the two wretched knights to protect 'Beddis'. For this Elder Princess, as long as Bedice gets out of here now, everything else doesn't matter.

In her plan, Alec would become the greatest threat to the hearts and minds of the nobles because of the loss of the targeted royal family, a threat that would evolve over time into confrontation and thus open the curtain of war. But the lord above the plateau is not as weak as the Korkova royal family, the war between the nobles will definitely end with two defeats and a compromise, the foolish Madara will not give up this precious opportunity, the army of the dead will sweep through the scorched earth.

After that, the Cruz would certainly not want to face the stronghold of His Majesty the Emperor with the mercury wand, so supporting the resistance in Eruine would be an inevitable option.

As long as Bedice is still around, there is hope that the kingdom will emerge from scorched earth.

Though the ancient homeland was inevitably plunged into the flames, she could not care less. All she could see was the flames burning by bears, whether she or Grand Duke Anrek, or those greedy nobles, always dragged the kingdom into the abyss.

She just had to choose a better outcome.

Griffin quietly felt the cold blade on her neck and drooped her eyelids in a comfortable manner, but in her heart, she looked back at her life as if she was always making the worst choice.

Every compromise seems to implant a pen for the next failure.

At that moment, she suddenly wanted to go back to the past, back to that year. She is only sixteen years old, and perhaps she should choose a different path, which will not be the case for the future of the Kingdom.

Brando seemed to feel what was in the heart of the princess he held hostage, because it was already part of his memory. Perhaps he had the same desire in his heart, which had freely changed the course of the inevitable decay that would have belonged to Eruin.

It is also because of the same desire that he firmly believes that he can leave this dream, and he already has his own answers in his heart.

He took control of Her Royal Highness with one hand and swept the sword across his right hand, sweeping away the swords in the hands of the soldiers in his arms. Then he drew a straight line in the air with a sword without any skill.

The sword blade flattened, those soldiers had not yet reached the receiving block, they could only watch as dark as obsidian blades cut open the robe, cut the metal circle on the chain-armor below, cut the flesh and bones below, shouted briskly, with countless broken metal circles splashed, is the noticeable rose blood.

The color of the blood is like wine, but it's more dull.

It was just a sword, and seven or eight soldiers flew out, and they fell into the crowd and crashed into more people. Brando stood one step up the stairs, but instead of going up first, he dragged Haruze up and waited for the two knights and the woman to rush in before turning around to cover everyone.

Princess Griffin seemed to have just returned to God, and she looked at the scene with surprise: "What exactly do you want, Viscount Cadell? ”

This is the second time she has asked this question in a short time, but the tone has changed dramatically. Even though she had doubts in her heart, at least she believed that Viscount Cadell and Alex were no longer part of it.

“I told you," Brando stood at the stairwell, a sword splitting down a soldier with a sword from the top down, the blade cutting into the guy's helmet like tofu, blood gushing out of a metal crevice like a waterfall.

He pulled out his sword, kicked the body down with one foot, and then walked up a few steps and replied, "It's just killing out the perimeter. ”

“But you and Andrek--" the long princess frowned, and the suspicion in her eyes, Brando, actually understood, meant, "I don't think you would betray Andrek--

Some people struggle for love, but Viscount Cadell is not.

Because he is now Viscount Cadell, Brando has to accept this, although this difference in identity and experience makes him speechless. He knew his choices could make him dream forever, but he still did, and at this point he really wanted to laugh:

‘Your brother looks like a teenager, although he is charming, but he is a man after all.

But Brando concealed another possibility. This could lead him irrevocably to the second floor with the princess and the others accompanying him. He is familiar with the second floor of the lobby, which leads to the rear estate, where a secret passage leads to the forest outside.

That forest, if he's not mistaken, should be the one where Viscount Qader was assassinated. That's the forest they found before the carriage.

Though totally out of place, dreams are so weird.

So the result of the whole dream should be there. As for death or life, Brando couldn't care less. Sometimes, in the face of confusion, you have to gamble. And his confusion, the confusion of Viscount Cadell, the confusion of Haruze's heart, had long been entwined, and Brando still had no clear answer in his heart.

Anyway, just go down there and you'll see the end.

The two knights kicked open the closed wooden door on the second floor with a bang. The quality of the black wooden door was surprising, and it was kicked out by two golden masters who could still basically stay the way it was. Brando sent the little prince in, then protected his two knights and the elderly woman, and Brando hesitated and finally decided not to hold Princess Griffin, who let her go and let herself in.

Princess Griffin glanced slightly and looked up at him somewhat incredibly.

“Viscount Cadell? ”

“Let's talk about something later.” Brando turned around and raised his right hand, pointing the wind back ring on his index finger at the stairs in the lobby, where the soldiers were rushing up in clusters. And he said, “OSS! ”

A bursting hurricane lashed out of the ring, hitting the curved staircase, and the planks forming the staircase first recessed in, then the whole child broke apart from the middle and was blown open a huge mouth and turned into slow wood chips.

But again, it looks like there's been a bloody rain in the lobby.

And Brando, who stood at the door, was more or less stained in the face of Her Highness, who looked at Brando, who was covered in blood, and said, "Viscount Cadell, are you really willing to give up everything for Bedis? ”

No, anything else is possible, but Brando swore exactly what had nothing to do with it. He turned around and saw not far away because of his sister's blush to Haruze's ear, sighed and replied: “Your Highness, I don't think this is the time to show determination… I would naturally take care of your Highness if I could, but our priority is to get out of here. ”

But Princess Griffin looked at him and shook her head: "You don't understand, I'm a dead end. I will not die, and the contradiction between the nobles and Alex will never rise to the bright side, and the kingdom will only fade day after day until it descends into the abyss of the Fire Sea -"

“I will tie this knot, and I will untie it. I'm just worried that Bedice will be able to distinguish what she's doing around her, and I want you to give me a clear answer, Viscount Cadell. ”

Brando stopped.

There was a rumor in history that Princess Griffin had secretly contacted the Pokémon to counteract Alex, who had sent the Pokémon to bring a secret letter, but the news eventually leaked, provoking the death of the powerful Grand Duke. Shortly afterwards, as in this feast tonight, he instructed an assassin to kill Her Royal Highness and blame Madala.

But afterwards, no one could find the relevant evidence - except for the blank letter.

His Royal Highness sent the envoy to bring a blank letter. There are those who suspect that this is in itself a crusade of the Krutz, and in fact it was later discovered that there was a shadow of the Krutz behind the assassination and that even the Temple of Fire could not escape the relationship.

But all of a sudden Brando suddenly guessed another truth.

“The blank letter brought back to the Pokémon court by the Wind Pokémon is just to force you to plan it, isn't it, Your Highness? ”

Princess Griffin looked at him with some surprise: "How do you know? Already knew? No, no, if he knew, he wouldn't have chosen to do it--”

Brando didn't say a word.

Alec's been reckoned.

The Princess Regent finally laid a trap on the old fox with her life. And what happened after that, as she thought, was the Civil War of Eruin, the Third Black Rose War, Haruze's marriage to Elara, and the establishment of the Eruin Resistance.

But he was not at all relaxed, but angry, and Her Royal Highness not only counted Alex, but also concealed all the players who supported her. He'll never forget the night Menstros fell into flames.

I can't forget how lonely my sister was when she left.

He stared at Her Royal Highness and found it difficult to confirm what they were saying was true, because it was actually his own memory.

But Brando calmly suppresses the discomfort in his mind, because the negative emotions in his dreams are all lost, hidden in the dark, pale ghosts manipulate people's hearts in order to let people get lost in their uncontrolled emotions.

There is no deeper understanding of this than Brando.

He asked, in order to test Viscount Cadell's feelings, as if he understood, that he must have experienced the same scene in the same dream over and over again, that is, the Viscount must have had the same confusion in his heart.

The tactical information is now useless.

Brando threw it away, and not being aggressive didn't mean he couldn't make it, first he was a good player and secondly he had stronger feelings. If he can't defend himself, then he's going to start attacking himself.

First he needs to answer himself a question: How did Viscount Cadell answer his own confusion?

And what will he say?

Brando shrugged and replied to Princess Griffin: "Sometimes the right choice is not necessarily the right one, Your Highness. ”

“How is that correct?” The eldest princess raised her head and looked at him indissolubly, as if she heard something from the Viscount.

The question echoed in Brando's heart as well, as Viscount Cadell's ghost repeatedly questioned: How exactly is it right to choose?

Brando raised his head and looked down, and those soldiers in red and white robes were climbing back out of the smoky hall. He returned to the room and pulled the princess back a distance.

Then he sighed lightly, as if to confirm the idea in his heart, and replied:

“One cannot always be arbitrary, but one can actually be forgiven for being arbitrary ——”

When he answered, he felt a slight movement in his heart.

That's exactly what Viscount Cadell feels like.

The knight, who had been hiding himself in the dark, the pale ghost, lost in the mist of history and lost his name, finally couldn't hold on any longer.

And when he moved, Brando finally confirmed the answer to his question.

Found...

The riddle.

……

Man's dream is actually a subconscious self-suggestion. For a short time, Brando remembered more than once the parents he met at the banquet, and the childhood himself. These memories that showed him the past haunted him like a nightmare, but until a moment, he suddenly realized that it was not the mystery that lured him out of his mind in the mist.

On the contrary, the deepest hidden in the human heart is the opportunity for self-redemption.

So did Viscount Cadell.

He remembered the fantasy of Brando's grandfather one time when he was in the Golden Tree, and the disappointing look of his parents when they looked at him one time. Despite the cold sweat, he eventually realized this:

Such disappointment did not stem from his failure.

Legitimacy is actually forgivable.

But escape and self-fear cannot, or even lose, the courage to challenge failure once again, like a weak man holding a long sword in his hands, but not daring to take a step forward without piercing the illusion before him.

He's the one with the sword.

The man was also Viscount Cadell.

It's also Haruze.

He could stab Princess Griffin with a sword, which may be Viscount Cadell's wish, but Brando finally realized it was definitely not his own.

If he so chooses, a compromise is chosen. It's like losing the courage, losing the resolve to break the illusion, losing the resolve to break the illusion, and staying in the dream forever.

This moment in Brando's heart really confirms this, just as he feels the tingle of Viscount Cadell's feelings inside him.

He could totally experience that feeling, which was fear and fear, confusion and jealousy, because he made the exact opposite choice.

Kader chose compromise and stayed in his incomplete dreams.

But Brando's choice is to change all of this at will, to pursue his own heart at will, to fulfill his own ideals and beliefs at will.

If you give up, you fail--

Brando seemed to see a poor man flashing in front of himself, holding his sword, and his faith had never been so firm for a moment. In front of him, the corridor suddenly collapsed in layers, and the landscape seemed to melt and become heavily misty. After the mist separated, the Palace of Kinteng seemed to be a crumbling gravel, disappearing with the bodies of soldiers and nobles, in which Brando even saw his parents, his childhood self, his schoolsister, and all the people of the Red Brigade, whose faces blended into the mist, faded backwards and faded away.

But the last glimpse will remain in his memory forever.

He was surrounded only by Princess Griffin, Haruze, two knights and the elderly woman, and Her Royal Highness seemed to be unaware of the changes around her, holding Haruze's hand and firmly moving forward.

His Royal Highness the Little Prince now fully understands what his sister thinks. Though he could not yet understand the significance of that sacrifice, the history that had taken place in the dream seemed to him to be a heavy nightmare, with Haruze biting his lips and water vapor in his eyes, but without tears.

Many years ago, he remembered the stars of the summer and night of the Palace of Kingteng, when his father was still alive, and he remembered his sister saying to him, "Men should not weep."

But all he remembered was crying because he was taught red knees in sword training.

The fog is heavy separated.

Behind it is a forest.

The stars are like the night sky, the pine forest is loud, the water is running, and the fire in the distance is gently shaking as if it were a dream.

Brando remembers his childhood and the air is so fresh after summer and night.

He took a deep breath, raised his head, and then saw the wagon in the woods that quietly parked there.

The doors were open, revealing a silver long skirt.

The beautiful young girl lay in a carriage with a black dagger in her chest. She is beautiful, with pointy ears showing her identity, but unlike Haroozer, she is a true elf.

Brando didn't say anything.

But he knows who he is.

Bedis Ramona Moonleaf.

……

(PS: The second one today, 10,000 words. I've been wanting to talk about the bottlenecks I've encountered lately. In fact, the bottleneck is not suitable, it is better to say that it is a misunderstanding, I encountered this problem is not a day or two. Starting from the second half of Canaan, I have actually been bothered by similar problems, because the more I write, the more I suffer, the more I always feel afraid that I have to deviate from my intentions and become burdened, so every time I write, I have to stop and rethink what I intend to do, and even Canaan is cut off from it.

Having written so many words, I have never found the root of the problem. Instead, I was getting more and more restrained. I talked to everyone today to understand what I was after... hey, I sent so much complaining, that I wanted to find the worry-free self who wrote Canaan back, I have been tired lately, I hope you understand.) (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.)