The Amber Sword

Brando nodded solemnly to Veronica, and then to Princess Gloria beside him.

The latter looked at him, equally silent, and she lived in Butch for decades, arguably watching Roman, Freya and Brando grow up, not being the parents of the three children, but feeling nothing.

And now that the children have grown up, they have their own choices about their future path.

“Brando, don't be strong.” But in the end he couldn't bear to remind: “You don't understand how important you are to the world. ”

Brando didn't answer. The answer was only to weaken his resolve. He turned to Sy behind him and just wanted to say something, but the latter said it himself:

“I will wait for you in Tonigal, Lord. ”

Brando couldn't help but think that the Mountain Girl, who had always depended so much on him, would say something like this, and he thought it would take a lot of work to keep each other.

Not because he didn't want to bring Sy and the others, but because he had no bottom in his heart, the Black Moon had fallen, and the wolves were in the world. How could this be seen as signs before dusk, and meteorites in the sky would soon fall to the ground, and who could say well what would happen?

His own unyielding will was available, but he could not guarantee the safety of Metisa, so this time he did not even intend to bring the brigade magician creatures with him, commissioning Princess Gloria to send them to a safe place.

He always wanted to go to the outer city alone.

"Miss Roman needs your help. I don't want to be an adult. I will fight alongside you one day. ”

Brando couldn't help but smile with comfort. After so many events, the mountain girl finally grew up in his eyes, and she could finally see her heart and hold her destiny firmly in her hands.

“Yes, you were the most powerful warrior of the Cold Cedar Collar. Have you forgotten, Sy? I'm sure it will be the same in the future. You're a Tianqing knight, not worse than anyone else. Maybe the next time I see you, you'll have no problem with the legendary name. ”

Sy softly ‘hmm’, her eyelids dropped slightly and her heart filled with the meaning of happiness.

Brando took another look at everyone in the courtyard, then turned around and walked outside the Rose Garden, passing through the front door, when he heard someone calling his name behind him.

“Lord Brando, Count! ”

The voice shouted from afar.

“I'm Henriette, Brad Jett is my grandfather, who was beaten to death by your grandfather! You may not remember that name, but it's okay, I'm challenging you. You remember you're missing a duel with Henriette! ”

Conrad grabbed his friend and stared at him. “You're crazy! ”

Henriette, unfortunately, watched Brando's back disappear into the dark and shook his head: "Of course not, unfortunately, I'd like to make friends with him. ”

“And you challenged him?” Conrad was so surprised that even the end of the heavens almost fell behind his head.

“Is there a contradiction?” Henriette replied with great pride: "Challenging the Count is to preserve the glory of my family, whether victory or defeat, but as a descendant of my grandfather, I must be exemplary. But I admire the Count's willingness to make a friendship with him. It's my personal business, and it's nothing wrong with me, even if I die in the hands of the Count, which only proves that I'm not good at art. ”

Stop, the young man said naturally: "Besides, did you hear Lord Veronica, Her Majesty gave the Ring of the Supreme to the Count and made good relations with His Majesty the future Emperor. Isn't that a matter of steady earnings? ”

“No,” Conrad shook his head: "I think the point is that you have to fight His Majesty the Emperor. ”

“Then I'll do it before he gets on board. ”

The question is, does the Count really have access? So Conrad was stuck in deep thought for a while.

……

Freya felt like she had a strange dream.

The bleak white full moon, dark night sky, far away is the shadow-coveted black pine forest, the moonlight divides everything, a woodstone farm very common in the Bucci countryside, next to the barn and horse shed, the distant fields are like covered under a layer of silver, a piece of barley shakes slightly in the breeze of the night, which is the most common scenery between the Bucci countryside at the end of the summer.

But she hid the feeling that she had seen a similar scene when, not in her dreams, the remnants of this memory wandered in her mind, but could not waver, and she repeatedly thought back, but could only draw some trivial conclusions.

It doesn't make any sense.

But she knew she was dreaming.

She stood in the yard, behind her, on the road to the forest, in front of the open door to the farmhouse, and she remembered that Roman and her aunt lived here before moving to Brando on the hill where their old house was.

This should be behind a small forest outside the village, next to a field, behind which the black pine forest corroborates her speculation.

But what she doesn't understand is how she got back to this place in her dreams.

The place seemed to have a slight impression only when it was very small, only to remember that there was a fire and then Roman and her aunt moved further away from the village.

But there are some strange things about the fire, most of the elderly people in the village don't remember much. Others talk too vaguely, so much so that they don't intentionally hide anything. It really seems that the memory is too long and too vague.

But people later said, "Marsha bless you, but no one gets hurt."

Freya stood somewhat curious about the scene, about Butch, about childhood memories, which seemed a long time ago, even though she often remembered her aunt's family in her dreams, and that fierce war.

But she didn't expect to come to Roman and her aunt's first home the day before she left.

The dream is still so clear.

She had a slight feeling in her heart and couldn't help but walk into the farmhouse. She couldn't help but wonder what she would see? Will you see little Roman and Aunt Jenny back then?

She suddenly remembered that she hadn't seen Aunt Jenny since Butch fell.

Though the villagers didn't like Roman and her aunt very much, she had an unnamed affection for Aunt Jenny, as it seemed to Brando, and only three of her children in the village had the best relationship with Aunt Jenny.

Unfortunately, Brando often only comes to the village every summer, and after winter he returns to Prague.

She had never been to Pragues before the fall of Bucci and had only heard of the city in Brando's and others' descriptions.

Freya herself didn't think that one day she would go to so many places, to Toniguer so far away from Butch, but her love for her hometown never stopped.

With such strange thoughts, she gently walked into the house.

And then she stayed.

The house was a mess, a broken cabinet, a dumped table, a chair, a collapsed staircase, even a wall overturned, and all sorts of utensils scattered across the floor.

Then there's blood, pungent blood, and the moonlight flows into the house along the holes, making everything clear, and the bright red blood is quietly lining the walls, the ground, everywhere.

She saw two bodies, pale in colour, one even torn in half, her viscera scattered across the floor and the other fell on the bed, with a hole in the back of her heart.

Freya shuddered for a moment, swearing that she had never seen the owners of the two bodies and had never seen a similar scene, but she felt a little familiar in her heart, as if it had all really happened.

She looked around with some anxiety, and a low sob came into her ear, full of anxiety and fear, as if helplessness was heartbreaking.

“Roman? ”

She recognized the voice and turned back unconsciously, and she saw a little figure standing there, sobbing.

That's exactly what she remembered as Roman, but the sight of a seven- or eight-year-old, but already rare.

Freya suddenly remembered that Roman had never cried so sadly in his own memory, the only time he saw her cry, or two people lost their way in the Black Forest.

She remembered that time when she had lost her foot and rolled into the mountains, leaving a scar still on her back, and finally Roman carried her out of the forest with his feet shallow.

She also remembered the vows they had made since then that they must never again cry in weakness and fear, even though it was only a child's vow, but since then Roman seemed to have kept his promise and never cried again.

Instead, she cried her nose from a young age until she could not move. Thinking about it, she couldn't help but blush slightly. When participating in militia training, because her grades were not ideal, she didn't know how many tears had flowed in private.

But Freya woke up soon, and she didn't understand what was happening in front of her. Was it just a simple nightmare? Or is it something?

Witches superstite the power of the dream, Freya is not a witch, but at this moment she feels she is not awake in the dream.

She walked over and grabbed little Roman, who was crying softly, and asked softly, “What's wrong? ”

“I... I killed Mom and Dad, Freya. ”

“What did you say?” Freya stayed: “Where did you come from, Mom and Dad? Didn't you always live with your aunt? ”

“I... I don't know, whoops, what should I do, Dad drank, tried to hit Mom, I, I don't know what happened, whoops...”

“Roman, you wake up, it's just a dream that never happened. ”

Little Roman, as if he didn't hear it, cried and asked: "Freya, I killed Mom and Dad, what should I do...”

And suddenly she looked up at Freya, nervously, and she said, "Freya, will you tell the others that they're going to kill me, right? ”

“I... Roman, what are you talking about? ”

“You would have done that, wouldn't you? ”

“Roman, wake up. It's just a dream.” Freya subconsciously presses her shoulders and tries to wake her up, seemingly forgetting herself, is just a dream.

But her hands had just touched Roman's shoulder, and she saw the other side raising its head. There were no eyes, no pupils, only a void of black paint in those eyes.

Roman looked at her indifferently: "Freya, you are a traitor. ”

“I, I didn't, Roman, what's wrong with you?” Freya jumped.

“You are a traitor, all betrayed me, all of you.” Roman coldly said.

“No, Roman, how can we betray you and Brando? He'll always be there for you.” Freya asked carefully, "Roman, what happened to your eyes? ”

But Roman's little face revealed a painful look: "And Brando, Brando... Brando, where are you? ”

Freya just wanted to say something else, but suddenly felt her heart ache. She looked down and realized that there was a dagger in there.

She looked up almost incredibly at the little girl in her arms: "Roman...? ”

“You took Brando,” Roman replied softly, "I'm going to kill you. ”

“No…”

Freya almost screamed and sat in a cold sweat from her bed, her head raised, darkness surrounding her, still in Cold Cedar Castle's own room.

She stunned and reacted to herself just having a nightmare.

“Miss Freya? ”

A careful greeting from Su came from outside the door.

“I'm fine,” Freya replied hastily. "I had a nightmare. Are you still awake? ”

“I couldn't sleep, Miss Roman went to the Empire, there was so much left to do at Ambethel's Chamber of Commerce, and Miss Roman trusted me so much that I had to trust her. ”

When she heard the words Roman, Freya's heart pounded again. She felt a little uneasy in secret and asked subconsciously: "Has there been any news from the Lord? ”

“No, ma'am, there has been no posterior since Captain Utah sent word back and forth from the Changqing corridor.” The voice outside the door stopped and replied: "This is normal, the Empire lost control early south of the Changqing corridor, and it is normal not to return the message, but Captain Yuta, who accompanied our fleet, shouldn't have much trouble on the way. ”

Freya wanted to say that she was really worried about Brando and Roman, but when she thought about not saying it, she silently recalled her previous dreams, but suddenly she was stuck.

“That's, that's...”

Something in my mind seemed to burst into pieces, and countless dusty memories suddenly liberated. Freya looked pale and couldn't help but lean against the edge of the bed.

“Brando, Roman her...”

……