The Amber Sword

The carriage was as quiet as it was going to be, and Antina sat opposite him, and Brando said in a turbulence, "Antina, what do you think of this?” Antittina didn't say it the first time, it was too much of a shock to her, she seemed to return to God in an unreal dizziness for a moment, answering with the utmost calmness: "I think it's a little too much to do, Lord, at least wait until after the war with Jeannel to say yes. Seriously, this is more beneficial than detrimental for Eruin in the future, but as an adult, it just doesn't seem right. Her Royal Highness may not be suspicious, but the word is fearful, and falling in the eyes of a man of heart is a sign of your future journey. Now, in a different day, Lord, you must pay attention to your relationship with Her Royal Highness.” The lady of the staff lowered her long lashes and responded with a slight voice that seemed gentle and sensible.

Her answer surprised Brando somewhat unexpectedly. Antitina was so old-fashioned and adorable in his heart. He thought that once the nobleman reacted, she would teach him how difficult it was today, not to put her territory in danger for her own sake, because of Antitina's nature, she was absolutely able to do it. As long as it's for his own good, then she'll definitely take 120,000 points seriously. But she did not, the layout and wisdom of her own staff lady far exceeded his expectations. She had even seen the layout and sincerity of his arrangement. Her statement was really something he had never thought of before. She thought only about the layout, almost forgot the most important human heart.

Brando looked at his own bureaucratic lady, and his heart was full of curiosity, as if to see the previous moment was a noble lady who was also following behind his country lord, who was also tending to cultivate the Autumn Festival for the spring of the territory, and even had to compare it with the people of the people, and suddenly between his eyes became similar to Ovewell and Makaro, who could truly plan for the superior. Is it true that this noble Thousand Gold would also escalate? He looked at each other, and his heart was filled with a kind of surprise to find the treasure.

“What is it, Lord?” Antitina looked a little disturbed by the burning eyes of her lord, but she was not Sy or Freya and would only look away red-handed. She remembered her own personal duties as a clerk, even though her heart was pounding, but she forced herself to calm down and ask seriously.

“Call me Brando. ”

Antitina opened her mouth and her face turned red.

“Is there any remedy?” Brando asked that he suddenly found it very interesting to disturb the minds of his lady staff and then to look at her forcibly calming down the area. The latter, of course, did not find his lord's malice, she took a gentle breath and nodded: “At least inform Her Highness and tell her the context. At this moment, Lord Veronica has entrusted this matter to you, Lord Boo... Your choice is no different..., she... she should understand your pain...”

Brando nodded, turning around and looking quietly out the window, the carriage was passing through a shaded path outside Port Gris, the crown dividing the rapidly moving golden light and shadow through the branches of sunlight. He thought for a moment and retracted his gaze and looked at the scratchy star sitting next to him. The guy had just finished the pastry that Antitina had prepared for him, full of pie crumbs, and was checking the drawer under the table for leaking fish. “Stop looking, no, Starr, I asked you a question. Have you ever heard of a Silver Queen or Constance?” Brando asked Fat Dragon, closing the drawer with some frustration, "Who is that? ”

This reaction was anticipated by Brando, and he asked, "So have you heard of any treasures among the Dragons that would return people to old age and children? ”

“Back in old age,” Starr wiped his mouth with his sleeves and rubbed all the debris on his worthwhile vest shirt: "There are many of these things, the fountain of youth is priceless to you mortals, but we have a couple of bites there, and, by the way, Aloz has one.” Brando noticed a slight light in the eyes of the lady of the staff, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, knowing that Antitina must have missed the baby of the young dragon, the girl can't escape this kind of stubbornness that can last forever and youth, even a noble lady is such an old-fashioned person. But he shook his head: “I'm not talking about such a returning child, but a real, returning child, not just a face, but also a youthful body inside, a treasure that brings people back to the full-blown days of youth. ”

Starr's mouth wipe was set there, and he answered subconsciously, “How could something like that exist? If there is such a thing, our Dragon Nation is an eternal race! ”

“Is there such a thing as immortality, even if it only works once? ”

“Nor is that,” Starr shook his head like a wave drum: “This has violated Martha's most basic laws.” He glanced at Brando again, somewhat incredibly: “Lord, I think you are young, you should cherish the present, there is no need to pursue these vain things. I hear that those of you who seek eternal immortality are incompetent tyrants, but if you really want to, I can recommend you to go to Madara and consult with those bone skeletons. ”

“Roll." Brando kicked over. Then he turned around and said to Antina, "Just write a letter. ”

“To Her Highness the Princess...”

……

In the autumn of summer, the phrase fits perfectly with the current Vieiro, and only a week after Freya arrived in Valentinburg, the green and dark ink of the summery mountains outside the castle stained slightly yellow. Griffin stood on the corridor, her silver eyes reflecting the fluctuating hills at the southern foot of the Gong Mountains, the autumn breeze had risen, behind which the woman had already put a cape on her, the broad and warm fur cape instead lined the elf-like weakness of the princess, but she stood as straight as her father, grandfather and great-grandfather, the mountain wind named Salmin, plucked the silver hair on her forehead, Her Highness unfolded the letterhead in her hand, the paper rallied in the wind, her fingertips were a little pale, her heart seemed to be angry, she read the words on the letterhead word after word, couldn't help rubbing the paper into a group.

The princess's actions frightened the woman behind her, and one of them asked cautiously: "Your Highness? ”

“Nothing, get Denel that damn guy.” There seemed to be a piece of paper in Griffin's heart with Brando's name on it, and she poked and poked it with a knife, and this damned guy, damn it, she didn't dare say it. If there was a message out there that she was having an affair with Count Tonigle, she couldn't imagine how devastating that would be for the newly stabilized South.

Grandfather had limited means to help her. After all, Grand Duke Vieiro was first and foremost a duke, a nobleman of the kingdom.

“Would you like to invite Lord Ovewell or Lord Count?” Ask the woman carefully again, she thought the letter was from the south, but she dared not guess any more, she was just a little maid.

Griffin knew that the Countess in her maid's mouth was referring to Odin, and she shook her head a little upset: "No need, it's not a big deal.” Then she glanced at the paper in her hand and had to throw it on the ground and step on it again, but hesitated for a moment, again peeling it apart and flattening it. The letter had become wrinkled and uneven, as if it were the image of the once perfect knight in her mind, and could no longer return to the original fantastic vision of a young girl. The half-Pokémon girl suddenly feels like she hasn't been here for a while. Why is it all this way, Makaro, Teacher Leewoods, Alec, and now this horrible guy, who doesn't even have someone to trust anymore?

But how dare she reveal to outsiders that every word in Brando's letter is like a word, pressed heavily on her chest, involves the Empire's inheritance without authorization, and then chops off the afterplay, is a bold act. She bit her lower lip and chewed it straight into the white lip, and even Brando didn't seem so hateful to her, but does the guy know what a horrible thing it would be if he pissed off the empire because of it, which is the dragon scales and touches it to death?

How dare she ask Ovewell to discuss this with Odin, who, although her teacher and core ally, is not entirely trustworthy in her mind? Fortunately, Ovewell is also well aware of this bottom line, and she is smart with ice and snow, and most don't need to be reminded further. Count Odin is a little less politically sensitive than her teacher, but she can be assured of her loyalty to the kingdom. But none of them are the most suitable insiders in her mind.

Somehow, there was always an abominable shadow in her heart, so she simply closed the letter and walked towards her study.

“Your Highness?” A few make women a little obnoxious.

“I'm going to write a reply. ”

Only five days later, Her Royal Highness received a second letter from Tonigal. This letter differs from the formula of the first letter, which explains in detail the context of the political asylum granted to Prince Leonarette and some of Brando's own considerations, as well as the possible difficulties and advantages of doing so. Griffin sat at his desk, stroking his fingertips on Brando's pleading guilty to the letter for a while. “Seems like she blamed him,” she thought, "but he promised Veronica that it wouldn't do him any good in his own territory, just to get rid of himself? ”

But this time, after carefully checking that the magic seal on the letterhead was intact, the half-Pokémon girl gently folded the letter and carefully received the box she had made out of secret silver; only she and Haruzer had the key, which was a birthday gift from Obergu VII, and she would take it with her wherever she went. She then wrote another reply.

The first half of the reply was filled with the comfort and encouragement of a Princess Regent and expressed her disinterest in the matter, hoping that Brando would not produce any mustard. But at the end of the letterhead, Her Royal Highness wrote this in the words of Juan Xiu: "Count, although it may be very rude to say so, I would still like to ask you, Count, what is your view of the future of this kingdom and of your future relationship with me, with Haruze, with this kingdom and with you, in the hope that this question will be answered by a kind and just knight whom I have met. ”

When Brando got this letter, he couldn't help but laugh. His Royal Highness didn't seem to know what to do with him. He actually played a warm hand. However, he had no ambition. When he received the letter, he had an unprecedented faith in his heart. He replied immediately to the Princess with a letter in which he did not write a word, but only a page of blank paper. Then he put the brooch that Her Royal Highness had given him on blank paper.

A week later, he received a reply.

There is only one sentence in the reply.

“Mr. Brando, please let go, the future of Eruin, with Haruze, is in your hands. ”

……

The woods sand sounded.

Princess Magdalene lay quietly on that big bed that looked like nature growing out of a tree wall, with blonde hair scattered over snowy white sheets, her eyes quietly closing, like sleeping beauty in a fairy tale. But everyone in the house could already feel the breath that Her Royal Highness had recovered, her chest slightly upset and her long eyelashes occasionally trembled, as if she were awake at any moment.

Brando took a sigh of relief, and he gave the others a look, indicating that Charles, Hippamilla, Starr and the twins‘ sisters’ went out first. Then he turned around and thanked the cold-faced girl behind him: "Thank you very much, Miss Frofa. ”

Starr hid the heart of the dragon in another nest of his own in the Forest of Death Frost, but completely blew it up in the Big Bang. Placed on Magdalene, this one was brought by the Alozto from the Dragon Nation. The young dragon, though huge, believed in it. It was just that she should have personally implanted the dragon's heart for Magdalene, but now she was unable to go out because of the confinement period, and finally she was replaced with a cold-faced dragon girl commissioned by her - a young girl whom Brando had seen in the legacy of the saint, known by Aloz as Frofa.

He was worried that something would go wrong, but he had no idea how many times more reliable the latter was than the former, not only the whole implantation process was clean, but at least so far seemed to be fine.

Therefore, his voice of gratitude is also sincere. Since the Battle of Ambethel, he has regarded Princess Magdalene as a friend. Had it not been for them, Her Royal Highness would not have fallen into the present state of affairs. He would have been very distressed whenever he thought of the night when Her Highness went to listen to the news in the rain and was found and then executed. The nun must have been terrified and desperate at the time, but for her friendship with Princess Griffin, she went unrestrained. In this era of Eruin, the friendship between Magdal and Griffin is arguably the most radiant human being in the darkness.

It is only a pity that such a gentle and kind young girl cannot die well in history.

Frofa was still dressed almost the same as the last time she saw him, and she looked at Princess Magdalene in bed, and then turned around and looked at Brando, without saying anything, just reaching out to him and flattening her palms.

What's that supposed to mean? Brando stunned slightly.

“Earrings.” Florfa's voice was like a drop of water on ice.

Brando had just established a little fondness for Aloz. At this moment, he couldn't help but scold the dragon over and over again, as if she had been trying to place a series of traps on him since he met her, and now that the biggest time bomb had come to him, the tick-tick moment was ready to detonate, and he had completely forgotten that. But that's not the heart of the problem. Frofa's earrings were damaged in the last Battle of Ambethel, and now how can he get them out?

He raised the courage to look at this cold-faced dragon girl and remembered Aloz and the poem about the symbolic significance of the dragon earrings. He couldn't help but have some red-eared earrings. Good thing after all he went through, he finally practiced his skin. He could learn the thick face of other nobles and hesitated repeatedly and replied: “Well, Miss Frofa, your earrings, I really lost some of them by accident. ”

The dragon girl looked at him coldly.

Brando felt like he had a sword hanging over his head and would fall at any moment. “Well... I think," he said: “Actually, I think that personal marriage should not be related to an object, although the terroir is also important, but... you see, you are a dragon, I am a human being, and the customs we have to follow are also different. You should understand what I'm saying, Miss Frofa. I mean, I didn't even know that until then.” In fact, seriously, Brando can't fight young dragons like Aloz or even Frofa, but he feels that he should have made a mistake first. If he fought harder, he would probably lose face as a lord. He has this idea of not fighting first, and the momentum is naturally shortened by the dragon girl in front of him.

Frofa listened with a cold face for a moment, then said softly:

“You mean you don't want to marry me? ”

“Holy shit!” Brando looked at each other with a gaze and didn't understand how she could hear such a thing from her own words. He opened his mouth and squeezed out the phrase: “I'm afraid that's not what I meant. ”

The Dragon Girl glanced at him and her eyes became as cold as ever, making Brando feel as if she was already a dead man in her eyes, "I didn't think you were such a person, Mr. Count, I hate those who play with the mind of the Girl, so take it personally.” After that, she turned around, opened the door, walked out, then slammed the door shut and left an unknown Brando standing there.

Brando's going crazy, "Aloz, what the hell have you done!” He roared in his heart.

……