The Amber Sword

“Ah…”

After listening quietly to her sister's words, Haruze was scared to open his mouth as if he could swallow an egg and even stare at her eyeballs.

Though he has not never heard of the rumors outside, deep down, he also hopes that the teacher and his sister will be together forever.

But the words came out of his sister's mouth and scared him.

“In his letter, Orneson said that it was the only way to give Eruin a bright future. He said that Mr. Brando was a man of great importance, just like his grandfather, so that the division of Eruin could be avoided only if we chose to stand with him and in the conflicts of interest that might arise in the future...”

“But sister, does Eluin need this? ”

She raised her head and looked out the vaulted window of the palace of trees, with countless silver sails above the clouds, unanswered.

The room is polar at a time.

“No,” Haruze suddenly broke the silence by nailing it down.

He frowned and shook his head vigorously: "Sister, teacher, he is not like that. What Eluin needs is faith and purpose, not complex interests, and what Mr. Makaro and Mr. Leewoods have done, does not prove this? ”

The elf girl turned her head and stared at her brother, her silver eyes glowing a little: “Do you think so, Haruze? ”

“I...” Haruze blushed: “I, I, I said not very well, but I don't think we can do that, sister, I... I'm not saying I don't support you and the teacher, but I think if we do that, it will break the teacher's heart. ”

Gryphine snorted softly from her nose.

She stood up straight and looked down at her only brother, sticking out a white finger and poking him in the forehead: “Huh, big guy, when did I say that? That's just what that guy Orneson meant, and it looks like you learned something bad from your teacher, full of thoughts. ”

“…” Haruze covered his forehead with tears. Although he wanted to distinguish that the teacher did not teach him anything messy, as soon as he saw his sister put a sword on him, he shut his mouth.

If that's the case, my sister must have had an excuse to study his swordsmanship and teach him a lesson. He's had enough since he was a kid.

“Haruze, your swordsmanship these days..." But it doesn't look like Griffin is going to let him go.

“Sister, sister...”

“Why, don't you want to talk about it? ”

Haruze nodded hastily like a garlic trick. He did prefer Brando's magical knowledge to swordsmanship, but the teacher said that after returning to Eruin, Miss Antitina might have to teach him in the future, which made him a little lost.

Learning from teachers is much more interesting than a one-glance bureaucratic lady, and you can go to many places and grow a lot of new knowledge and insights.

He has traveled more than he has learned from his past 10 years in the palace.

“Fine, let go of you today,” Her Royal Highness spoke particularly well today, her eyes slightly closed and she smiled: “But I heard that there was a legend circulating among the guards returning from Cruz about a Princess Fuchsia who led them to victory, Haruze, Her Royal Highness...”

“Pff--”

Haruze almost bled out, his face suddenly turned red like a ripe apple, he stared at his sister, suddenly not knowing the courage he had found from there, shouted out: “My swordsmanship has been excellent, sister! ”

Half an hour later...

His Royal Highness walked out of the practice room with a blue face and gave his sword to the maid beside him, ignoring the gorgeous knights in the surrounding corridor.

“Our future king, His Majesty, is at least praiseworthy of his courage. ”

“Yeah, yeah. ”

“I heard that His Highness Haruze was provocative this time. ”

“Martha, come on...”

“Have pity on our future king. ”

Without a scratch, the princess, dressed in a knight's uniform, followed her out. She glanced at the guys without a breath. She reached out and broke the rope behind her head, and a brilliant silver hair spread like a waterfall, then hurried up.

“Haruze, are you all right? ”

“Sister... you don't have to comfort me, this time I won't believe you anymore...”

“Oh, swordsmanship is a skill that a man must master. Think of your teacher, Lord Brando, Haruze. You're far from it. ”

Haruze thought of his own teacher, he couldn't help but wonder, he went to the end of the hallway, pushed open the door, outside was a suspended terrace, and the wind poured in from the outside, bringing a tsunami-like cheer from the lower city mountains.

He lay on the armrest of the terrace, looking at the fleet above the clouds, which is the fleet of teachers and the fleet of the Eruins, and far and far away from the clouds, he can now tell where Gauls is, where Mintai is, and where Cold Cedar Castle is.

At a glance, on a flat earth, between the undulating hills, the fields are dyeing late autumn gold, and the autumn breeze seems to be brewing a harvest.

This is Tony Gehl, the country the teacher built.

Three years ago, or more recently? And this was a barren land, and today? It has become one of the richest lands in the South. The poets in the bars between the countryside were telling the story of the teacher killing the baron Groudin, who had heard that story more than once, each time making him feel hot and bloody.

When my sister sent herself to study with her teacher, maybe it was because of this story that she did not raise objections?

He remembers when he started learning swords, and every time he was struck by the tree vine he practiced with, he had no complaints, just to become a teacher so that he could be a warrior swordsman.

But he gradually realized in his heart that it was not his destiny.

Become king of Eluin?

Since those days, he has not really understood ignorance altogether. On the days he traveled with his teacher, he has thought a lot, heard things from Cruz, and got along with the eldest son, and he has learned a lot.

Perhaps it is time to make a decision.

It is Tony Gehr's season of harvest, and in the north of the land, many parts of Denel, Vlada-Paz and even Ambesseur, including Alex, the wounds of the war have disappeared a little bit.

In the north, the nobles were also flying their banners, the clouds of war miraculously dispersed, and under the leadership of His Highness Orneson, Eruin regained a glimmer of peace.

This is so difficult and expensive...

Both the land and the people are recovering, as if in a short time, because of one hand, this disorderly kingdom was brought back to life, and the way forward is no longer dark.

While the black roses of Bromandow are still ravaging the land, the Eruins will at least no longer lose hope and people can regain their faith and defend their common home.

“Sister,” Haruze said suddenly, breaking the silence: “What exactly is the meaning of His Highness's letter? ”

Gryphine was finishing her hair and her hands stopped.

At this moment, she seemed to really feel the growth of Haruze, lowering her head and looking at the back of the former with her silver eyes: “What do you think...? ”

“Brother Levin, he is an aspiring man who knows better than I do where this kingdom will go in the future, sister. ”

“Haruze, what are you talking about? ”

Haruze turned around and smiled at his sister. He drew a circle with his hands, pointing to the land beneath him, and asked, "Am I going to be its king, sister? ”

“Of course, you have the blood of the Korkova family, you are the natural owner of the crown,” Griffin replied with some seriousness, "but you have to be good enough to make yourself worthy of it, Haruze. ”

“Can I decide its fate? ”

Griffin shook his head: "No one can decide its fate lightly, because Eruin belongs to its people, and its fate is linked to the fate of millions of people. ”

“That's what I thought, sister, I can't, you can't, this land needs someone who really understands its voice. ”

“I want to wait for the teacher to come back and give it to a man who can truly receive it and whose children go to light, who may be the teacher or Brother Levine, but not me, sister. ”

“Haruze! ”

Haruze shrunk her neck and squinted her eyes slightly, as if she was scared to see her sister angry.

But this time, paradoxically, Her Royal Highness did not speak for a long time.

Long ago, she sighed slightly: "Do you really think so, Haruze? ”

“Yes, I saw a lot of things in the empire that made me understand that it was people's responsibility, and maybe I loved the land, but what I could give it was not a crown - but stability and peace. ”

“I hope my father doesn't blame me. I don't know what to do, Haruze. ”

“Sister. ”

“Nothing,” Griffin held him gently, patting the little prince on his thin back: “I think I should go meet someone, Haruze. ”

She turned around and said to the knights not far away: "Let Mr. Sanders meet me, I will meet him in the Hall of Faith. ”

……

(PS: The brothers are still strong, thank you very much, but in the end, you must obsessively continue to ask for monthly tickets ~)