The Amber Sword

Brando couldn't guess the answer, but at least he understood that there was always a moment when the answer would automatically be revealed to him.

Understanding such a logic would allow him to wait for His Majesty's confession at all times, but it turned out that the other party had not kept him waiting too long.

And this moment, it looks like it's happening--

A moment of silence was created in the hall of eternal death. The chanting sounds of the monks were as high as they were. For such a moment, the voices in the void seemed to produce a voice in response to it, and that voice burst out like a thunderbolt.

The hall roared, Brando thought it was an illusion at first, but then the seventeen columns began to tremble. Some believers stood unstable and fell to the ground. He raised his head and found sand falling from the sand on the dome of the hall.

In such circumstances, however, no one ran out screaming, and the monks merely made the sound of the scriptures sharper, as if they were going to press it down like thunder.

The vibration lasted only a few seconds and then calmed down again.

“Earthquake? ”

Brando was stunned, and he looked at Her Majesty not far from home with Philip the Priest, but the divine colour on both faces was indifferent, as if everything that had happened before was a hallucination.

He frowned.

Her Majesty, the Queen of Madara, watching Brando's face, asked after a moment of silence: "Remember what I said when I gave you my mercury cane on the battlefield of Finhotus? ”

The phrase shocked Brando, and suddenly left the obvious resemblance behind, and he hurried up to look at Philip beside him - and a little further down the hall, there were several Dead Lords who were turning to hear whispers, and there were two high-ranking clerics beside them.

The Queen's voice, though not loud, was not small, and in Brando's view, many people in the lobby should have heard it.

But Madara's supreme face did not reveal much unexpected divinity, and she watched Brando's divinity as if she had seen through what he thought, with a faint explanation: "Don't worry, people here are qualified to understand everything I say, they are all in my heart, and the Philip Priest is a trustworthy man. ”

Brando did find the old man's face intact, apparently already knew the secret, and he looked at others, all but him and Delphine were prepared gods.

Brando frowned and wondered what this woman was really doing.

With this in mind, he replied at his discretion: "I wonder which sentence His Majesty is referring to? ”

The Queen of Madara answered immediately: "That's what I said when I gave you the mercury wand —— I asked you at the time, do you remember how you answered me what it represented? ”

Brando shook his head, where would he remember such a thing? His mind was completely immersed in controlling the five swords and accepting the authority to open them to him. He only remembered implicitly what he had said to him in relation to 'responsibility', but at that time he was not at all concerned.

“You answered me the same way, Count,” but the supreme of the dead reached: "You shook your head at me, but it doesn't matter, I gave you the scepter representing the supreme power, because whether you understand it or not, but now that you've made a choice, you have to shoulder this responsibility ——”

“What do you mean? ”

“Do you understand what a mercury wand stands for?” Madara's queen asked back.

“Are you trying to say its symbolic significance within the kingdom of the Dead Moon, Your Majesty? ”

The queen shook her head: “That is not the main thing, you have five of the seven swords, you should understand what kind of road this is, it is thorny, it is not a straight path, I could have taken care of all this for you, but you refused, you chose to go on this path to the throne, and its responsibility is like yours. ”

“To the throne?” Brando frowned: “What's your point, Your Majesty? ”

“Didn't anyone tell you that in any given era, Warnde had a king, and in our time, the wise divided one into four, so the world would be chaotic, but it didn't matter, that the laurel was always there, and after Odin, it was waiting for its next successor, a man who could lead everyone and change the fate of the whole world, you know who I was talking about? ”

Brando was silent, and it was not the first time he had heard that, Miss Tata, the dragon queen had said something similar to Bai, and he did have five swords, but all he wanted to do was save Roman, and if, as Ruth the elf said, collecting the keys to open the door was an opportunity, he would seize the opportunity at all costs.

But he never thought about taking Odin's path to change the fate of the world.

It was not self-indulgence, but because he believed that the opportunity Martha had left people was definitely not an option.

Because no one can dominate the fate of others.

This age of mortals was born out of it.

Since the fall of the stars, Odin and the four wise men, as well as the many gods and followers of the Truth Parliament, the gods and their followers, and their successors, countless as if they were stars, have sacrificed and bled to this end, struggling and indomitable cry, and the world of mortals has wandered to such a step.

And in this day and age, they're going back to where they came from?

No, no, no.

Brando implicitly denied it, and he didn't think it was the right way, just as he did in front of the Silver Queen on that day, when countless people were fighting for their own destiny, for their homes, for their loved ones.

He seemed to see Freya, Princess Griffin, Haruze, Caglis, the shadows of the Cold Fir lords, and the young men of the White Lion Guard, and the knight Ike of Lantoniland, and the king of Sylman, who, even within this little kingdom alone, could still fight for that chance of survival, even if everything they did was so worthless in this magnificent era, as if Eruin were the fate of this tiny, corner-oriented kingdom and could not pry the footsteps of the whole world.

People tend to keep their eyes open for the long term, ignoring those brief, precious things, and perhaps yes, just like Her Majesty the Maddalene before her, she needs only one order to turn all the efforts of the ancient kingdom into a shadow.

And he, himself, had grown to this point, having felt the power of the saint for the first time on the battlefield of Finhotus, only one step away from that last threshold, just as His Majesty could crush Eruin, the ant, between his hands, and now his power, seemed to easily change Madara's fate.

And that's what he's doing now.

The little kingdom, seemingly no longer able to hold his gaze, had done everything he could in the past, and now it seemed as if it could be easily achieved with just one sentence.

It is fascinating to know the destiny of others.

But...

But it's not what he wants.

Eruin needs redemption, not so, because he understands that the future of this ancient kingdom is not based on his own words. Perhaps he can make Eluim glorious today, but in the distant future it will once again be caught in this cycle of commuting, where the kingdom's ageing and rising and falling, like an insoluble circle, commuting and repeating, what the four sages have done, has not given an answer to all men yet?

The lonely fool, for a thousand years, awaited such an answer.

But its answer would never be to repeat the past.

Brando looked at Eruin as if he had seen the brightest of times, and the first King Ecker was in front of him, and he put down his sword and nodded at him, telling him that this was the answer he was looking for.

Eru was born by the will of a man, but is also dimmed by the loss of colour of that will, and now it will not repeat this path.

Warnde will be the same.

Brando shook his head, and at that moment, the answer of the four wise men seemed to pass him by.

“That may sound wonderful, Your Majesty," he replied, "but that's not the answer I wanted, and I don't think that's the answer Vaughn wanted. ”

“So what is the answer you want?” Her Majesty the Queen of Madara, as if she had not expected an answer to him, looked slightly flashed and asked again.

Brando just shook his head.

“I have not thought about it yet, Your Majesty, but I think that everyone has the power to decide his own destiny, not to put everything he cherishes in the hands of others, between the thoughts of others. ”

“Though it is good to say so, the reality is brutal, and if the foreigners and the people of God had such an idea, Vaughn would have died long before people could have waited for the day.” Her Majesty the Queen of Madara spoke coldly: "Five of the seven swords, in your hands, means that you have almost the highest authority of the Tiamat rule, with such power, and yet you evade responsibility? ”

“I never wanted to evade responsibility, I would face dusk, but not as a savior, just because I was a member of Warnde, then I would fight for it in my interest -”

“Besides, I'm not just fighting for it.” Brando replied silently, "I will fight for all that I cherish, even if they end up smoking away, but Vaughn needs this redemption. ”

“This is the redemption of self, Your Majesty, that every man, including you and me, will experience this war, because it belongs to every one of us - no one can make an exception. ”

“Perhaps one day we will understand what Martha has left us with. ”

Her Majesty the Queen of Madara maintained a faint divine colour and looked at him coldly.

“Very good.”

She replied.

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