The Amber Sword

Before Magdalene opened her eyes slowly, the first thing she felt was burning pain, sweating on her body, and her clothes and hair glued to her skin extremely uncomfortably. On the other hand, the skin exposed to nudity has a spicy feeling of pain, as if the skin had been torn apart and the fat below was exposed to burning air by the muscles.

She lowered her voice * * and her long eyelashes moved and her arms on the walnut floor first reflected in the curtains.

The wound was unimaginably severe, with a few abrasions on the small arm, but the dark red scars were spread over skin like ice and snow, making it look somewhat startling.

She felt dizzy, climbing up from the ground somewhat vaguely looking to the left and right, and found herself lying by the bed - a luxurious princess bed, beautifully decorated with the style of the Silver Bay coast of Antoboro, a bed that appeared in the heart of the Empire, revealing the care of its guests by its owners.

But the princess's long, golden hair seemed dusty and scattered over her shoulders, and she looked blindly at the rubble scattered from the wood floor, falling from the ceiling, to think of what had happened before:

As the servants screamed and murmured in the estate, she saw the sky outside the window turn bright golden red. Running to the edge of the window, he raised his head and reflected in the curtains a myriad of dense and numb golden lines, slowly advancing along the dark night sky above his head.

Behind her, there was a noisy and heavy footsteps on the stairs, a sound characteristic of iron boots stepping on solid wooden boards, and she turned around by the window and saw a slight panic on the face of the maid named Tivi, who was being trained.

The door was broken open.

But then suddenly there was an amazing light coming out of the window, which swallowed everything and caught the heat and the air waves. She turned her head again out the window and saw the oak trees on the distant avenue and the lush leaves turned into a column of torches in the waves. The waves poured into the window, and she felt herself flying, her vision spinning as if to see Tivi screaming and squatting her head on the ground.

And then I lost my memory.

By the way, where's Tiv?

“Tivi?” She screamed, and the dull voice frightened herself, her throat hurting as if she swallowed a piece of charcoal.

She hurried to shut her mouth and some frowned painfully, reaching out to hold onto her bed and stood shaking.

Outside the estate is already a flaming sea.

Burning trees, dried fountains, dumped walled bricks, the flames of the bear reflected the slate in golden red, and the shadows swayed in the fire as if it were hell.

“Tivi? ”

“Tivi, are you there? ”

Magdalene walked through the black-painted corridor and the sound echoed in the empty villa, carefully avoiding the bodies of the seven vertical guards on the floor and finding a shoe in the ashes and coke.

The maid's leather shoes apparently fell later, and she picked them up and took the wall down the stairs.

The lobby was a mess, all the lighting went out and it was dark. The door was open and the fire came in from the outside. She stopped at the turning of the stairs between the lobby on the first floor and the corridor on the second floor and saw the body lying quietly by the door.

It is an icy body of a flower girl, lying on the wooden floor on her back, a thin body split into two parts from the waist, blood stained the maid's clothes between black and white.

With one foot barefoot, she held the Imperial Queen's seal tight with one hand, her eyes hollow as if staring at the sky without meditation, her mouth slightly open.

Magdalene covered her mouth and took a step back unconsciously. Her body banged against the wooden wall behind her and the dust and charcoal sand fell from her head. But she didn't realize, her eyes only revealed a sad and unbelievable color, not knowing whether she was deeply stabbed by the body of her maid or by the ring she held tight in her hand.

She suddenly flashed a light in her head and woke up. She took two more steps back, dragged her skirt and turned to run up the stairs without returning. ‘Clicking' a loud noise, Magdal's just standing position suddenly burst into pieces, a shadow descending from the sky, an ugly, scary monster like a beetle, with its forelimbs like a sickle blade, slicing heavily into a wooden slab, and a time of wood scraps flying across it.

Her Royal Highness looked back at the monster in horror, and although she did not know what it was, it did not prevent her from understanding the cold, undisguised intentions of the other person's black eyes.

She ran up the hallway on the second floor with her skirt, but on the last step she accidentally stepped on the corner of the skirt, and the whole person jumped forward and fell heavily on the floor.

She snorted and her heart tightened together, telling herself she had to climb up immediately, but the fear of death covered her like a shadow, leaving her hands and feet unheeded.

Desperate in her heart, she turned around shaking, watching as the insect-like monster appeared at the stairwell on the second floor, and she howled, lifting her sickle-like forelimbs into her chest.

Just as Magdalene watched the bladed forelimb cut open her chest, suddenly a brilliant blue light emerged from it, like a burst of lightning that struck the monster's forelimb like a sharp arrow.

The latter made an awesome scream, raised his head, opened the shell behind him and exposed his wings, instantly flying backwards and far away.

Electricity flashes away.

Magdalene stared at the scene, and she felt a spicy, severe pain in her heart. She reached out and her palms greasy and greasy. Turning her hands open, Snow White's palms were full of pungent red.

Tivi's face burst into her head when she died, and the purple complexion of her hair suddenly made her realize that the insect's forelimbs were supposed to have toxic glands ——

“Will you still die...”

A faint sensation struck.

Suddenly she remembered a conversation she had had with Griffith at Princess Eruin, and her best friend finally mustered courage to resist her fate.

But what about yourself, dying here so unknowingly?

“In the end, I don't even know what killed my monster... compared to Griffin... so unhappy. ”

Breathing became difficult.

She lost her power and lay flat in the dust. Her eyes began to fade and her vision blurred. The monster climbed back again and looked down at her. She lifted her forelimbs and carefully stabbed her in the chest.

Magdalene felt a tingle in her heart.

She made a slight * * sound.

“… what exactly do you want… to eat me? ”

She was confused.

Tears can't help but roll down.

Since when, for the sake of the destiny of the small kingdom, she has had to shoulder this heavy burden, the devout faith, the temple eyes obedient and gentle princess of devotion, that makeup dressed as a very delicate external face, does not need to have her own ideas and ideas.

Her only struggle, perhaps just to wait quietly, perhaps to become a saint, could be without becoming a political chip.

But the only one who broke into her heart ended all her teenage dreams with a cold sword in the rain.

She still remembers the rain flowing across the blade, mixing her rosy blood, and her own frightened eyes reflected on the blade.

Magdalene coughed slightly.

I can't even laugh anymore.

“I envy Griffin, so lucky...”

I don't know why she thought of Brando in the nightmare, the Count saved her life, but she didn't help much, and the maid beside herself betrayed herself and betrayed them to Her Majesty.

I hope that Lord Earl will survive this robbery in peace.

She thought silently.

She suddenly found herself hallucinating, and she saw the black painted ceiling twisted, like a whirlpool, and then she fell out of it a bunch of dark things.

“What is that...”

“Didn't you say that before dying, people could see everything they lived for, a reflection in the lake of the abyss?... but why is my illusion so strange..."

“Is this Lord Martha's punishment for my hypocrisy...”

……

When Brando returned to God, he found himself standing on a narrow corridor.

The corridor is on the second floor of a lobby, laid out of grey wooden slabs and mounted on a beam. Not far away is a window from which the cool moonlight flows in, as if it were mercury flowing on the floor, illuminating thick dust.

A skull stands in front of itself.

It hangs on its head, an empty rib is inserted with a sword, three feet and an inch long, with iron flower engraving on the guard, engraved with shallow numerals on the ridge, 017, 1, 7 - it is the Kingdom-style cavalry sword cast in the battle of many years...

He remembers a moment ago when he ordered Malocha and Fias to reset to cards and grabbed Ruth and stuck him in his lumbar bag, facing the space crack that came in front of him and stuck his head in it.

But the scene before us is equally familiar.

It all seems to have happened yesterday--

Brando subconsciously lowered his head and found a redness between his chest bellies, but a long, narrow wound on his left chest had healed for more than a while.

He turned back silently, blank on the walls of the murals hanging in the darkness in the distance, the damaged murals scattered around the corner, and a ring on the ground was sparkling.

He reached for the waist, but touched an empty space.

“Brando? ”

A crisp, slightly curious voice rang downstairs, as if it were a string of bells, falling on the ground in darkness, echoing with clarity, with a magic that went straight into the heart.

……