The Amber Sword

The reception ceremony at Royal Airport was brief and soon people's attention shifted to the return of the fleet, which had been more than two months since its departure from Valhalla. For the new residents of Valhalla, they had only heard the name of the fleet, and seriously, it was the first time they had seen it.

Although the vessels entering the port at this moment are not really the whole fleet, as the fleet was divided into three parts by order of Her Royal Highness as it passed through Sifah - a patrol fleet was dispatched to continue escorting the Eruin mission, while another sub-fleet, dominated by three third-class cruisers, headed for the Laban coastal blockade off the hills north of Karasou in case the Dead Souls again played the trick of raiding the rear of Lantoniland and Vieiro in the last war.

And the only fleet that's back in Tonigal today is actually less than a half of the fleet that counts as huge in the whole of Eruin and even in the south of Kruz.

But even then, the enthusiasm of the people could not be quenched, and the news quickly spread, and when the new inhabitants of Valhalla ran out of their homes and saw a glittering spot of silver fall from the clouds - most of which were actually small gunboats and some of which were carriers - they could not help but whistle and cheer.

Citizens even took off their hats and threw them far into the heavenly fleet, as if that was the only way to express the excitement in their hearts.

After all, this fleet belongs to the Tonigars. It belongs to the Cold Cedar Collar. It belongs to the fleet of their territorial lords, although Brando ‘bought’ them from the Bukas.

But what does that have to do with anything?

Those artisan wizards who do not know that their eyes are above the top are not any nobleman who can climb up to them, at least the people of Cold Cedar Lord deeply believe that their lords are descendants of the highland knights, but also young people who the tower wizards prefer, which is why they can be called upon to look up.

Lord Charles, who followed their lord, was a clear example. He was the archdeacon of a church. Didn't he build the tower of magicians on the lord's soil?

Sanders was an apostle from Grey Mountain, and although the Grey Mountain family was on the north side in the last war, this did not alter the fact that the family had historically been closer to the Corcova royal blood, except that the Earl of Grey Mountain had always had a gap with the Royal Party, so when Leewoods, Makaro and others ruled, he had to take more account of his position in the south and his family's interests.

But when Her Royal Highness showed her disagreement with the Royal Party, the envoys from Grey Mountain arrived in Toniguer from Vlada Pesnan for the first time.

Of course, the more important reason for knowing is that after the start of the Second Black Rose War, Levin... Ornathan. The dynamics of reconciliation being demonstrated between Sifah and His Highness the Princess.

Three months ago, the current head of the Sifah family, despite the opposition of his mother, Queen Anna, deliberately liberated the Lords' Parliament in the north, breaking apart the alliance of the North that had formed since the Ambesseur war.

He then defeated a small rebellion of noblemen and coyotes from Swampburg, Tuvalu and Balta, cleansing the North completely, and the first thing he did after that was not to march south, but to send a coalition of nobles commanding Nicholas to support the war between the Corcova and Madara.

Once she had silenced Princess Griffin for several days, she reopened the free port of Ampesar to the north, releasing the goodwill of her side.

It is now evident in some areas north of Ambesseur that the situation is slowing down day by day, in stark contrast to the increasingly tense atmosphere of war in the south, from Jeannel to the area of Manowell.

Sanders arrived in Tonigal under such circumstances.

He knew that Her Royal Highness had a good relationship with her cousin when she was a child, and that later, for Queen Anna's sake, the two families had become alienated and the two had become more distant, and now there were signs that they would mend that relationship, which might represent a reunion between the Korkova and the Sifah families.

This is even more important for Eruin than the current war.

It's like he's obviously the Earl of Grey Mountain, but it's actually Levin. Ornathan. His Royal Highness's envoy, although the Tonigars behaved kindly, did not appear to have received him for the time being.

His Majesty Obergu's death left a deep wound between the two families, after all, not a little time to repair it.

Saunders rented a room on the second floor of the ‘Mermaid's Inn' in the city. Although the city's ubiquitous spirits arranged him a place to stay in the upper quarters, he preferred to roam the lower parts of the city, which, although luxurious and sophisticated and suited to the aesthetics of the aristocracy, were too sparsely populated to have a hint of life.

Fortunately, the Tonigars did not restrict his liberty, so he moved out and lived in this place before being received by His Royal Highness, and most of the others knew about it, but nobody cared about him.

Saunders was relaxed, and he understood that his mission was not an overnight task, and in fact he was more curious about the fortress. He had travelled to various parts of Eruin in earlier years and naturally to Tonigal, a barbaric place where he had never heard of such a giant 'tree'.

He heard that the tree had been brought back by the lord from the rings of the wind. Saunders had heard of the lord's legendary experience, and unfortunately had not been able to meet him.

Saunders and his entourage were looking out the window on the second floor when the cheer thundered outside, the latter from a hillbilly area around Batal, with little insight but complaining about Tonigal's hot climate and gambling.

Saunders sees this person, also because the latter is quite honest and doesn't see this as an advantage at some point.

Now this guy almost fell off the ledge, shouting to his master, “Oh, my God, sir, these ships are flying in the sky! ”

Sanders would certainly not have never seen a ship flying in the sky, in fact he had seen the Eruin Royal Windship Battleship in Janilassou and the Empire's local fleet in the north of Anzeluta, but it was not as good as it was at the moment.

His eyes reflected the view in the sky, and the emotions in his heart were very complex, just a fleet belonging to the Eruites, who had just returned from the empire, where he and his masters had done many other great things that the Eruites had never imagined in their entire lives.

Brando's journey in the Empire, while praiseworthy and mostly demeaning among the nobles, was echoed by a sympathetic tribute among the lower civilian population, particularly in places such as Tonigle and Jean Denel.

It has been claimed that the Lord is the most distinguished head of Eruin's mission over the years, and even compared to his grandfather 60 years ago, even His Royal Highness the Wise Eyed Princess has gained a lot of fame for it, and there have been many rumours about knights and princesses outside.

But this fleet is too powerful.

Strong and smothering.

As a column. Ornathan. Sifah's special envoy, the blind lord, knew what was in his heart, but he repeatedly advised him to find a way to bring this lord closer, at least to win the favor of each other.

He stared at the floating lights above the clouds and thought silently in his heart that in an age when such a powerful figure was born, it was not known whether bliss was evil for Eruin, a small country.

Was it the impersonator of King Acme or the next Grand Duke of Antioch?

……

Returning to the Palace of Higral, a woodland palace reserved for the royal family by Brando in the upper Valhalla region - in fact, Her Royal Highness - and waiting for the maid to come back to the door 'scrubbing’, the image of Princess Griffin's seriousness and indifference along the way finally became unstoppable, she turned around and carefully examined her only brother up and down.

“Are you sure you're not hurt, Haruze? ”

“Yes, all thanks to the teacher, but he...”

“Great, Haruze, great, you're finally back...”

Haruze opened his mouth and stared at his sister, even the second half of the sentence was blocked by her sister's choking voice.

He's never seen someone so disoriented in his entire life.

Griffin grabbed his short, thin shoulder, drooling his head, sobbing quietly, the teardrops dropped unstoppably, a drop rolling over the thick carpet, forming a beautiful crystalline bead.

“Sis... Sis...” Haruze panicked.

“I... I'm fine, Haruze, I'm just too scared.” Griffin hurriedly raised her head, she took a breath and refreshed her almost collapsed emotions, wiping her eyes and tears on her cheeks with her back: “You were right, all thanks to His Royal Highness the Prince, and we will find him. ”

“Sister, did you call the teacher...? ”

“Haruze, Ornathan wrote to me. ”

“Brother Levin?” Haruze reacted instantly, equating the name with the person he remembered, and although so much has happened since he left Corcova, his childhood memories have not been forgotten.

Griffin nodded as if mentioning the name complicated her look: “He gave me a suggestion in his letter...”

……