The Amber Sword

“... not... dead... ho...”

With Delphine's hands tied to Brando's wrist, her fingers curled, seemingly trying to break it apart from her snowy neck, her chest dilated and she made a slight, almost wheezy sound out of her throat.

Unlike the Empire's dark purple eyes quickly became scattered, her pupils dilated, the color of the rainbow appeared inside, the bright light gradually dimmed, she used her final strength to slap the steel casting arm, almost transparent hands on the back of the blue vein curved.

The dark will dominates Brando's heart and mind. His eyes reflect the cold light of the magical crystal in the room, reflecting the Prime Minister's miserable, white and twisted face. She opens her big mouth, the snow teeth inside, the pink tongue, throat and tonsil are clearly visible. The lack of oxygen makes the latter's mouth unite like a fish on an anvil.

This scene is distorted and somewhat satisfactory to Brando, and this vicious woman deserves to be brought to justice and punished, not only because of Roman, but also because of the thousands of people who died in that catastrophe.

But Brando's mind was clear when he thought of the two words of the trial, and the arrogant face of the Silver Queen appeared in front of him. Although the illusion quickly dissipated, it still made him sweat cold.

Anger faded. He suddenly realized that his actions were no different from those of those he despised. If he let go of his anger and killed this woman, how would such actions differ from those of a beast?

To think of it, Brando's tight muscles relaxed slightly.

Chancellor Qianjin seemed to have been redeemed in an endless abyss, and she breathed desperately in her mouth, like pressing the last trace of air into her lungs, and she whimpered, and Brando quickly felt the cold tears fall on her hands.

“When you cry, you don't think that those who are hurt by you cry because of you...”

Delphine shook her head powerlessly, and in the dark, the pale face of the teenager was filled with weakness and pity, and Brando looked at the woman and was not sure whether she was faking it because she was too scared - because he knew very well that the woman had been dressed for disguise and lies - a perception that made him a little stone-hearted and blind to the scene.

“... Roman... she's not... dead...”

Prime Minister Qianjin looked in some trance at the front. Excessive lack of oxygen nearly blinded her. Her hair was wet and pulled over her forehead. She sweated like slurry, completely soaked her clothes and patched her back with a damp cabin.

But as soon as she opened her mouth, she grabbed the center of gravity, almost squeezing her teeth off before squeezing out the last word.

Brando was surprised, and he unconsciously let go of his hand, causing Delphine to sit down against the wall like a piece of mud, kneeling on the floor.

“How do you know that? ”

The Chancellor drowned her head, painfully covering her neck, and a circle of purple marks on her long snowy neck, but she dared not waste her time easily, and the voice answered with some dullness:

“She… is… dusk…”

But Brando didn't care about her pain at all, grabbing her collar and lifting her off the ground: “Who told you all this? ”

He did not believe Delphine had found the answer herself, and neither her insight nor her strength was worthy of doing so, unless she was also a passer, but the Prime Minister was clearly not.

“I... see..."

“Did you see that? ”

Brando dragged the woman's collar, pressed her arm against the cabin wall, and said, "You think I'll believe you, Miss Delphine, that human trust is limited, that we gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it? ”

“… I saw it with my own eyes… I… also know…… your secret…” Delphine answered with a self-inflicted drop of her head, one mouth at a time.

Her voice was weak and almost unheard.

But Brando still heard.

He was horrified: “What secret? ”

Delphine raised her head and tried to lean against his ear. She gasped slightly and said four words softly:

“… the sword of Amber…. ”

Brando frowned at the sigh of his earlobes, but he relieved himself, at least not the secret.

But Delphine's words drove him into silence, “Did she really see it, and how did this woman see it? ”

After a moment of silence, Brando spoke coldly: "… would you like to bargain with me? ”

Delphine shook her head somewhat powerlessly.

“I know… what you are… man… Count… I ask… only for a fair… trial…”

Brando looked at the woman coldly, let go of his hand, and shook his head: “I wasn't going to kill you myself, but you'll get the justice you deserve, and when I get back to Cold Cedar Collar, I'll hand you over to Her Royal Highness, and I'll give him the dignity he deserves, even if he's an unforgivable sinner ——”

After that, he felt as if everyone was relaxed.

Brando squeezed his mouth tight and, to be honest, he wanted to kill this woman with a sword, or strangle her in direct rage.

But at the end of the day, he was awake, which made him feel a little sad, but also a little happy.

He knew very well that he was not qualified.

He could deprive anyone of his life on the battlefield, but he could not judge anyone easily. He possessed such power and such power, but the more he understood that, the more cautiously he restrained the dark side of his heart.

The higher she is, the more accustomed she is to dominating the fate of others, the more easily she is blinded by power. The Silver Queen is not far from appreciative, and her fate is alarming enough.

Brando doesn't want to one day be more than his enemies, even those around him will be harmed. The Kingdom of Sage is not only about strength, but also about the power itself. After all, this is the goodwill of Martha and Mortal, otherwise what is the difference with Dusk?

The darkness calmed down, leaving only a man and a woman with a slight wheeze.

But in the dark, Brando sees a bright light in Delphine's light purple eyes, and after spending some time with each other, he understands exactly what that means.

“Delphine, I know what you're thinking, but I'm not corrupt, and if the Nedevins dare to obstruct the fairness of the trial, I don't mind letting the Empire lose a historic aristocratic family. ”

Delphine raised her head lightning and bit her lower lip to look at him.

“... that's how you want me to die, Count? ”

“You deserve it, ma'am. ”

“ …… ”

“... what if I'm one of yours? ”

After a brief moment of silence, there was a slightly lower voice in the darkness from Prime Minister Jin Jin.

“What?” Brando stunned and before he could react, he felt a pair of slim arms holding himself from behind.

He was held tightly by a hot body.

“... don't you want to save Miss Roman, Count?” Delphine raised her head and her eyes were bright and scary in the dark. She put her chin on his shoulder and gasped: “I can make up for my mistakes...”

“What are you trying to say, Miss Delphine?” Brando couldn't move and asked coldly.

“The Mystery of Emerald, Lord. ”

Brando had a slight movement in his heart, and although he had anticipated the answer, he dared not easily believe that he felt only one snake haunting himself and spitting out apricots: "Do you think I would believe you again, Miss Delphine? ”

“If I were your woman..." The Chancellor sprayed his hot breath on Brando's neck.

“Is Mr. Ellman the same? ”

Delphine whimpered like an injured beast, and Brando felt her fingernails stabbed deep into his back. He couldn't help but take a breath of cold air and thought he was really on his own.

He subconsciously tried to push the woman in the heart of the scorpion away, but when he lowered his head, he saw an eye-catching redness; the Chancellor Jinjin bit his lip open and the blood flowed down her mouth, and the stars dotted on his chest.

“My clothes...”

Brando couldn't bear to throw up a hole in his heart, but he shook his head and thought about what he and a woman were up to, even though she deserved the sin, she didn't mock herself for nothing.

“I'm sorry I missed you, Ms. Delphine. ”

He pressed his hand against the Prime Minister's golden shoulder and tried to separate him, but Delphine held him tight and whispered, "Take me, Count...”

“Are you crazy, Miss Delphine? ”

“I'm not crazy, because that's the only way you can trust me, Count. If you want to save your fiancée, you can only trust me--”

She said in a dull voice, “You don't have much time, so do I. Believe me one last time, okay? ”

Delphine patted her cheeks on him, her hair wet on her forehead like a white jade, sweat slipping down her nose tip, she said softly, but with a calm tone.

Brando felt Delphine's hand grappling with something in the bed behind him, but he didn't care for a moment and shook his head: “That's impossible, Miss Delphine, if you really have the heart to atone, I have another way...”

But before he could finish, Delphine had lifted his toes and held his back neck with his hands up, blocking his mouth.

Brando glared at him and he felt a cold sip of liquid coming through Delphine's mouth.

Prime Minister Qianjin's purple eyes, which he looked at, were all colors of pride to succeed.

……