The Amber Sword

The leaves hanging from the branches drowned, and the wormworms converged, and the needle fell in Nodak's courtyard.

Everything happened so quickly that nobles could not react, as if blinking kung fu, their supreme queen, His Majesty knelt on the thirty-first step of St. Cantipe's Palace, most of the empire's most powerful people were killed and wounded, the entire White Rose Garden was a mess, the Prohibited Army East was crooked, and the Flaming Knights were unconscious.

The descendants of Sword Saint Darus stood unharmed at the main entrance without even moving their steps.

The reign of the Silver Queen over the Empire for decades is not necessarily satisfactory to the aristocrats. Past generations, His Majesty the Upper Emperor, though powerful, always gives the aristocrats a three-dimensional face. Her Majesty treats the aristocrats as if they were her pets and dogs. The rapprochement between the aristocrats and the royal family is long gone.

But the opponents had long since left, all in the presence of the Queen's closest letters, leaving a foreigner in the empire unacceptable to the noble lords - even if he was the grandson of Saint Darus the Sword.

But the question is, nobody dares to do it. What does Brando show the strength to oppose it?

So there was an awkward silence in the scene.

Until the sword was harvested and the voice of the sheath broke this silence--

Brando put away his sword and slowly walked into the Rose Garden. After he sat down with the Silver Queen, he did not even look at the latter, but walked straight to the standing mountain girl.

Sy looked at him blindly, with a silly expression, somewhat funny. She seemed to have some kind of magic in her, standing still on the spot.

Until Brando walked up to her and reached out to sort out the mess in front of her and said to her, "I'm sorry I'm late, Sy. ”

Hundreds of people watched the scene silently.

Imperial nobility is silent.

Metisa's eyes were full of comfort and some envy; Charles and Medfis both smiled slightly; Fiina bit her lower lip; Andrig's eyes were bored to the side; Old Nederweyn and Grand Duke Flower shook their heads individually, and they did not reveal their moods like young people, but there was something hard to say in their hearts.

On the one hand, it is the Empire that has witnessed the birth of a legend, which could serve as a stepping stone, and if this had happened in Fanzan, even two elderly people could have talked about it for some time.

Instead, it's the Empire.

Delphine watched the scene with complexity, and everything she knew seemed to have been completely subverted during the previous moments.

This Prime Minister Qian Jin has a blank brain at this moment. Suddenly, she has some unspeakable pain in her heart, and even her fingertips are slightly white.

Sy couldn't see her inner thoughts, but her shyness gradually faded away, and after such a long journey, she quickly matured. As Brando swept her hair behind her ears, she felt the heat coming from her hand. The mountain girl shivered slightly, and she lowered her head silently, leaning against the Lord's warm chest.

She cried.

This was completely unexpected by Brando, the young mountain girl boldly struck his heart like a arrow, but he couldn't even feel overwhelmed, deep heartache poured over his head, he could clearly feel that the young girl was so thin and weak in his arms, her shoulders trembling slightly, as if countless days and nights of anxiety and uncomfortable fear engulfed his mind.

The helplessness and sadness of being laid down by others is so profound and heartbreaking that only those who have felt it in the same way can understand it, while those who are so high cannot understand it at all.

At this moment Brando thought only of the burning Eruin, when their fate was similar to that of this young girl, and he was more helpless than Cee at this moment, losing his inner dependence.

Silently, his hatred of the Silver Queen could not help but add a few more points.

But it was at this time that he felt the ice cold and some soft objects touching his lips. This shock was quite small. Brando glared at her eyes, but sometime she found that Sy's arms had circled her neck. She leaned back, closed her eyelashes slightly trembling, and her cheeks were clearly visible with cute little plush.

Brando also seemed to have a magic trick, completely immobile.

Hundreds of Imperial aristocrats watched the scene, watching two young people kissing, unable to make a single sound.

What a wonderful scene for the nobles, the knight saved the princess and perfectly matched the imperial upper society's quest for beauty and romance.

But they were embarrassed that they did not know what position to take to face the scene, and they did not even dare to see Her Majesty, lest they should see their hearts shake.

“Sy is so brave.” Metisa sighed softly.

“But even I have to admit," Charles replied, "this is the reward Lord Lord deserves, and this miracle value is a kiss back, and it's really hard to tell if the value between the two is higher. ”

“Mr. Charles, be discreet.” Metisa looked at this unwilling wizard with disgust.

“Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret in front of Miss Roman, but I don't think she cares much either.” Charles squeezed his eyebrows and answered with a glance.

Now even Metisa can't say anything because her face is red.

Old Chancellor Niedewen did not make a statement, he appeared more archaic when he was young, and the Emperor liked his steadiness, but for the young, he was still tolerant and tolerant; but Grand Duke Hua laughed, as if he remembered the wind and indifference of his youth, he patted his daughter's shoulder lightly: "A good young man. ”

“Father,” Faina grunted, “I'm leaving home. ”

“Running away again?” Grand Duke Hanaya couldn't help laughing.

It's hard to tell what the girl thinks when she spins her blue blue eyes.

The Silver Queen looks at this scene as well ——

“He is completely different from his grandfather…” At this moment His Majesty's heart gave rise to such a strange thought that even the frustration and pain of failure dissipated for the most part.

On her knees on the cold marble floor, the illuminating floor almost reflected her beautiful face, a face that was not eroded by the ages, from which she saw herself as a princess.

What a good time...

Unfortunately, I can hardly remember.

When did things start to change?

She thought silently.

It was a dark corridor, with arched windows on each side of the corridor reflecting many old memories, and she saw the Four Realms, the bright spring light, the sunny courtyard, the sisters with her, the elder brother, and her father, the Great Grantoti.

It seemed like something else was happening in another dream, blurry, like a mirrored water moon.

She saw countless flags, the glory of the empire had only just begun, the father had passed the throne to her, she had passed the throne to her brother's first son, she had seen the glorious court, the kingdom of the kingdom, the territory of the empire, under her gaze, expanding in all directions, and then the war broke out, and the knights bravely launched an attack on the army of the dead.

Decades later, she was old and wrinkled, but the empire grew stronger every day. She couldn't remember what happened when she was younger, but a flame was still burning in her heart.

Father's orders, I did not disobey.

She stood in the dark and saw what was happening in her dreams. She stepped barefoot on the cold floor and looked at the old man, striking himself in white, youth forever, but helpless as if abandoned by the whole world.

Why is that?

Why is this happening?

She looked at her hands, slender and long, decades of light and shade, without engraving a texture on them, but pale as a ghost.

Tap, a drop of cold, icy liquid fell on his palm, and Constance found herself crying.

How many years ago was the last time you wept?

She can't remember.

This dream, like a shattered mirror, is shattered.

The flashing fragments cut her skin, the blood bled out, the golden light, but she didn't realize it.

She finally remembered everything in that distant dream.

At the end of the corridor, she saw the mysterious altar, exactly as it had been 60 years ago, with no change in the surrounding layout.

She saw herself, 16 years old, Gwendolyn the Dragon Queen, and she saw that tall, handsome figure.

Three fell by the altar.

Above the altar, a female infant, eyebrowed and picturesque, perfected as if it were a masterpiece of the Creator.

“Your Highness, you can't do this! ”

“Mr. Darius, this is my fault, and I must take responsibility for it. Do you want to watch the whole world bury us? ”

“Miss Gwendolyn, you must stop the princess! ”

“Gwendolyn, you are a court magician, you are responsible for the survival of the Empire, and you will help me complete this ritual. ”

“But... Your Highness...”

“Gwendolyn, there are many princesses in the empire, but there is only one Vaughn. ”

“Your Highness...”

“I have decided that it is also my greatest desire to protect the Empire and this land that I love. ”

The Silver Queen looked at herself, sixteen years old, at the Empire's Silver Princess, and tears could not stop slipping down her eyes.

The memories became so vivid and profound that those moments about the past that had left her for decades seemed to have all come back to life.

She finally remembered that it was the beginning and the end of everything.

And the image in front of me began to change.

It's a picture from years ago ——

Meteorites descending from the sky burned through the clouds, leaving a bright mark on the golden red sky, and countless people fled on the plains overlooking them.

Sporadic fighting continues over the boundaries of the elements, occasionally producing a little flash of explosion, with stars dotted near the ‘Babel' fortress.

She saw a dragon covering half the sky, with its open wings stretching from the south of the entire plain to the north, across the sky, and its curved neck as if it were a cloudy giant tower.

endless pressure all over the body.

The clouds burst, and that glittering tower is falling apart --

She saw another picture.

The bloody sun shines through the twelve Obsidian columns into the lobby and the grid network gleams on the smooth ground.

The people in robes are slowly walking into the hall.

One of them raised his head and looked around, surrounded by thirteen people, wearing the same robe, but in different colors.

“I propose the opening of a parliament of truth. ”

A voice said.

“Agree.”

“The truth will agree. ”

“The ring of ashes agrees. ”

“Agree.”

The man she saw, dressed in a red and black robe with a dark golden collar around his neck, was wrapped around a tailsnake named Ouroboros.

Another voice opens:

“Silver Eye is responsible for recording meetings and not voting. ”

The speaker wore a grey robe, a silver collar, and a crest on his body was a round of giant doors, with a narrow eye growing in the door, as if he were leaning over the heavens and the earth and looking at everything.

The Silver Queen had a voice in her heart, the Eye of Queenin, the Silver Parliament.

Everyone on both sides of this person is wearing the same costume, except that the pattern inside the giant gate varies, one being a long green gun and one being a silver balance.

“The administrator of the Arbitration Gate is absent.” One of them said.

“Then the trial judge will also not be heard.” The other person shall make peace.

“The arbitral tribunal withdrew -" said the head of Silver Eye immediately.

“Agreed." The moderator said.

“The Land Corps appoints Plenipotentiary Odin.” The two people on the right said, black robes, golden stands collar, the crest is all seven stars in the ring, but the shooting stars are different.

She had two voices in her head, Rage Dragon, Alvers; Wisdom Dragon, Crystal.

“So...”

The next moment, the Silver Queen saw everyone looking at herself.

“Identical, Agreed.” She answered subconsciously.

“Pass.”

The moderator raised his hand.

“A vote in absentia-”

“Opponents take a step forward. ”

There was silence in the lobby.

“Full vote. ”

“Plan name. ”

“Curved surface. ”

“No. ”

“AE973034X.”

“Code name. ”

“Warnd Plan. ”

The voice gradually became humming, as if she were in a busy market, engaging and watching coldly. Some of the tones became clear in her ears and some of the tones became low and intermittent.

The Silver Queen stood in the crowd, as if she had finally remembered, all of this herself.

That was probably countless years ago, maybe decades ago.

She suddenly got a little scared and shook her head gently.

“Lord Martha...”

“Don't …”

“Please. ”

But it still lost its glow, and everything went dark.

In the darkness came the sound of a girl crying in silence.

……