The Amber Sword

The void faded like a tide.

The night sank like water, the windows were open, the curtains were dancing like ghosts, the candles were extinguished sometime, and the moonlight drifted into the house like silver.

“Do you believe her?” After a long silence, Sidney asked.

Brando was silent: "She wasn't lying. ”

But that's it, not saying a lie doesn't mean goodwill, and lying doesn't mean disgusting, and the truth can hide a deadly trap.

Neither of them is a rookie, and they both know that.

“So, what are you going to do? ”

“Our plans are about to change.” Brando replied, "I'll go get Charles and Medfis, Ms. Sidney, please inform the ladies. ”

The statue of the Virgin of the Lion's Sacred Palace is beheaded.

Outside the window, there are giant shadows of the Emperor.

Yet it is not the soil that thrives under the shadows, and since the beginning of the civil war, the rays of light have long faded from this millennium city, leaving nothing but a trauma.

People living here do not understand why the Empire is fighting, and most of them have not even heard the name Maldos, although missionaries distribute leaflets in the streets every day and attend weekly worship meetings of a coercive nature to promote Her Majesty's justice and so-called history.

But it's too far away.

They don't understand why they get caught up in this vortex for a vain goal. The wise are wrong? How is that possible?

How can the pride of the queen of flames inherit the dark empire of the past when it is founded on a righteous position?

What qualifications?

They don't understand why they're killing each other for all this.

It was an imperial civil war, and it was filled with Krutz blood.

People die every day, as husbands of wives, children of parents, fathers of children, close friends of others.

More people have disappeared on the battlefield without a trace.

Some of their relatives died in the hands of the Lions of Jorgendigan and Tokenin, but the Queen did not give them the corresponding glory, but called them traitors.

For this reason, many are secretly grateful to the First Prince, and to the Count of Eluin, whom they have never met, for having avenged them.

Later, the witches pulled them out and put them on the gallows, for they had joined the treason.

Life is getting tougher.

Many miss the days before, and this empire has endless supplies, and everyone lives well, is proud to be an empire, and does not have to endure the pain of loss.

And now, glory no longer delivers supplies to Didu every day, but also gives priority to His Majesty's celebrations.

The aristocratic circle was also at the forthcoming engagement ceremony of the Countess of Zinzi Road, but at the bottom of the empire, enthusiasm faded day after day.

Until one day, all voices were silent.

There is only silent expression left in the darkness.

The road is for the eye.

After eight o'clock, all kinds of people began to appear in the dark, dark streets.

They were dressed in different colours, in poor people, in tailors, in candlesmiths, in tanneries, in butchers, in officials at the bottom and in soldiers.

But the only thing they have in common is their silence.

Just like a bunch of ghosts.

Two guard city guard soldiers looked at the scene and felt uncomfortable when they saw the legendary ghost.

“More people today…” one of the soldiers whispered disturbingly.

“Inspecting the cavalry, how come nobody cares...? ”

“Don't be ridiculous, they dare to take care of it, and those soft shrimps dare to bully their own people. ”

“But, Captain...”

“Shh, shh, shh. Have you forgotten the guard at the gate? ”

The soldier who spoke felt cold behind his back and unconsciously shut up.

Of course he remembered the man, a young man, who was not in the same group, but dispersed these people's rallies, and his body was found a week ago in the woods outside the city.

Because the killer can't be traced, and it's gone eventually.

He also heard that the number of guards who had recently disappeared had increased, and that, although the news had been circulated only in private, the occasional leaflet of words still disturbed the lower ranks of his ranks.

“Besides,” the captain said, angry: “What good is it that we care so much? My brother died in Anzeluta. What happened to him? Your Majesty called them traitors, and I never believed he would betray us, and now I'm glad that the head of the fucking palace is still trying to investigate me for that reason. Don't I know he's just trying to give his nephew a place? ”

He sighed angrily.

The soldiers were silent.

He wanted to rebut, but didn't know what to say. Is the captain wrong? What is happening is the truth.

He even thought that maybe it would be better if the job was lost and the atmosphere in the city was weirder every day than it was every day, and maybe that day he would lose his head.

What should he do if he loses his job? It's harder every day than it is every day. The slums are already starving to death. If he doesn't have a job, what should he use to support his family?

It's like an insoluble knot, suffocating suppression.

Why is that?

What's going on with the Empire?

“The Empire is sick...” A man dressed in a robe with a hidden tail passed by the two of them and looked back at them. The serpent-like pupil made them feel chilly. The other side seemed to be very satisfied with the resentment in the eyes of the soldier. After leaving such a sentence, he went away.

“Crazy!” The captain scolded.

Soldiers hurried to grab him.

“You don't have to pull me, I don't know people like that," the captain said angrily. "Don't believe what he said. Although it's fucked up at the moment, these hide-and-seek guys are even less trustworthy. ”

The soldier silently looked in the direction of the man's departure.

Is the Empire really ill?

But if the Empire wasn't sick, how could it be like this?

“Seti! ”

The candlesmith's daughter heard someone whisper her name in the crowd and turned around to see Arse's figure. He was a handsome young man, and she loved him.

“Al!”

Setti had just returned from her own mythology, and she wanted to ask Al if the Empire was really ill, or why her brother had died in the South.

Why is there a war?

But she understood that Al didn't like discussing this with himself, and he actually hated those believers, but he hated it more.

“The ceremony is about to begin.” Al waved at her: “This way. ”

Setti nodded quickly and squeezed the crowd.

……

“Today… we are here… to end…"

“All of this…”

The shouting was intermittent.

The crowd gathered more and more, and some men in black robes spoke generously and cheerfully, and the disturbances swung along the crowd like ripples on the water.

Brando's pedestrians crossed the street and watched it all silently.

Five people in a row, Charles, Brando, Medfis and Andrig, followed by Finna, all in long cloaks, pulled up their hood, and looked like they were working with the people who were speaking on the field.

It was an unexpected coincidence that, in fact, they had been mistaken for those people many times along the way, and that the people around them were paying tribute to them.

“This is the capital of the Empire, fantastic,” Charles exclaimed. “It's truly famous. Those guys really have a set of inspiring tools, so catch up with my enchantment magic. ”

“It wasn't like this before..." Faina didn't look well. Although she was born in Mehotofen, she grew up in this city. This is how the city of pride in the Empire is now, and she doesn't feel comfortable.

“I'm afraid something's going to happen.” Charles couldn't help shaking his head.

Brando felt something in his heart, but he wondered why the City Guard and the Patrol Cavalry were indifferent. Can't the Silver Queen control it under her own eyes?

Didn't she have a witch working for her?

“Kill him...”

“This queen's walking dog! ”

A noise came from the front street.

Brando et al. were slightly stunned, but found that the crowd in front had gathered together, seemingly surrounded by people, being punched and kicked around.

“Charles, separate them. ”

“Lord, we don't have to cut the branches. ”

“They are in our way.” Brando answered in a bad way.

Charles shrugged his shoulders, stretching his five fingers forward to recite a spell, and an invisible force spread around his palm to separate the citizens from each other.

Exposing the two men surrounded by the center, looking at their clothes, should be the patrol cavalry.

One of them is in good shape, while the other is lying on the ground, dying.

The red-eyed citizens wanted to be surrounded again after being separated by Charles, but when they found a group of Brando people, they stopped voluntarily.

“In other words, who chose this figure?” Charles said admirably. “What a surprise. ”

“Didn't you say the robe didn't look like a good person? ”

“Ah," Charles said suddenly, "Lord, this was your idea. ”

Brando was lazy enough to ignore him. He came to the two identities, and the wounded ranger struggled to stand up and yelled at them:

“You goddamn cults, I don't need your pity, you killed Charles, you killed me with your skills! ”

“Pfft,” Faina couldn't help but laugh.

“That bastard has the same name as you.” Brando also twisted.

“Shut your crow's mouth -” Charles felt disgraced and angered the knight: “Your friend is not dead. ”

“What did you say? ”

“I said your friend has one more breath,” Charles didn't have a good airway: “If you don't want him dead, take him with you and go get a doctor! ”

The knight's face changed and he couldn't help scolding Brando and others. Although he looked at Charles with some confusion, he chose to believe each other's words and hurriedly carried his companion away limping.

Brando looked at the back of both of them, and then looked around at the confused eyes, and the faces of those distorted by hatred, and had to shake his head.

Fayna was right, the Emperor wasn't always like this, he was here, in another world.

At that time, this was the home of prosperity. Though a fan of paper drunkenness, it was not the dead end of the day.

What exactly brought this all about?

All of a sudden he was feeling a little low.

“Charles, why do you think we're fighting? ”

“Naturally, it is for Eru's sake that war is fought.” Charles replied naturally, "What's wrong with that? ”

“The Silver Queen also has her own ideas," replied Brando. "What did she do that wasn't necessarily wrong, however? ”

“It turns out what she did was wrong,” Charles replied. “Isn't everything in front of you the best proof? ”

“Yet we fought for Eru, as we did for Eru, bringing war to Eru in the same way," Brando looked back at the earliest of his men and asked, “We never had short arms and legs in the war, but someone lost everything in the war, for them, was everything right? ”

“Well...”

“This is a ridiculous question," Andrig couldn't bear to interrupt at a time like this, and she said with disdain, "Is it wrong that someone put a knife around your neck and you still have time to talk to him about the war? ”

“Only victory is life and death. ”

The war against survival is indeed just.

Yet the demise of Eruin may be a necessity of history, but he chose to do so at all costs to many.

Do you really think you can hold on to everything you've done?

Brando could not help but echo this questioning in his heart.

“Brando,” said Faina at this time, "has the best answer at the moment. ”

Brando looked at the lady inexplicably.

“If you look at these people, what do you do, what do you bring to those who benefit from it, what does the Queen do, what do you bring to them?” Faina replied, “At first glance. ”

“Teachers have taught me that the progress of history, the progress of civilization, is in pursuit of happiness. ”

“In order to protect all this, people have never sacrificed themselves. ”

Brando suddenly realized something.

This is perhaps the true meaning of the Golden Flame Path.

Fighting is not meant to kill and hate, but to chase and defend something better.

Cold cedar collar, Tony Gehr, and Eruin--

Does he have the confidence to make this country a better place?

Yes, it is.

He has confidence.

In that case, we can move on.

At that moment, Brando suddenly reflected in front of him and suddenly saw the scene he had seen in Valhalla.

In the light, Martha put her hands on his shoulder, pointed at his forehead, and said to him:

“I will give you the wings of light, so that you may be the king. ”

“One day I will be glorified by you. ”

That's the glory--

He raised his head and his faith in the Sword of Fire was complete.

“Let's go,” replied Brando. "Front is Cold Lu Estate. ”

“Let's meet the queen...”

……