The Amber Sword

In the lobby, a forty-seventh ladder connects the terrace to the lobby, and the bloody red carpet is laid up and down. The portrait of Edward, the seventeenth high priest of the Temple of the Dead Moon, hangs on the corridor, slimming and holding a cane.

Brando and Freya were alone on the terrace, alone in the lobby, looking through the length of the stairs and in contact with each other.

Freya took a deep breath, and she seemed to have a dream, starting with Butch, to Riedenberg, to Pragues, to Wang Li Knights College, to Ambesseur, to Jeannel, to the battlefield of Manowell, and then here, the scene of the dream changed until this moment: “Brando, am I dreaming? I'm standing here. This is the capital of Madara. Did you really do it? As you promised us, Butch has returned to Eruin, the village has been rebuilt, everyone has returned to their homeland, and we have returned to the embrace of the Pine Mountains along the road you fled on that day. The nightmare about Madara, really —— is it over? ”

Brando lowered his head and looked at this young girl who tied a long, light brown hair into a bundle behind her head. The long ponytail was cut by her after the Battle of Ambessel, leaving only the shoulder-length part, the long hair cut behind the sadness of her comrades, placed on the white tomb of the Holy City, with the fading Eluin lily.

Freya's eyes were brighter, more confident and more resolute than those of that era, like sparkling brown gems, a pair of bright eyebrows, raised high, without confusion, weakness and hesitation, and without the color of his deepest and deepest tiredness.

She wore a tailored knight's costume, a dark blue coat, snow-white horse pants, black pine and candle fire medals on her chest, and a vulture fur dripping down her shoulder to commemorate the glory of the Battle of Ambethel, a symbol of the White Lion Legion veteran.

Eruin's goddess of martial arts stood tall and, despite the wind and dust, her swords, bandages, armor and ornaments were all fresh and tidy. Only her boots were stained with some dust, which was the ashes of the city, and she inevitably crossed several streets that turned to ash when she got off her horse.

After two years of fighting and practice, the ignorant rural girl, looking for that footprint in history, grew up and the two irrelevant figures gradually coincided at this moment, merging into one.

“You're not dreaming, Freya, the war is over. Though some were unexpected, those who deserved to be punished went to hell, and from now on, the war between Eruin and the dead has become a thing of the past. ”

Brando sighed and answered.

For this answer, the Eluynes gave too much, and he gave too much, although the end was somewhat unexpected compared to the blood of a previous generation, and he never dreamed that he would one day sit with his identified enemies of life and death, discussing tomorrow and the future of the kingdom and the world.

But sometimes fate is so bizarre.

“But how can that be the past?” Freya answered with a somewhat unacceptable amount of time, holding on to her sword: "With so many people dead, are we only getting a paper treaty, and Madara should pay for it! ”

In Eruin, the same was true of the royalty-controlled noble members of Parliament who questioned the princess and the parliament, where she and Her Royal Highness stood firmly by Brando and defended his honour and authority. But here, as the most ordinary Eruin, Freya couldn't help but ask the question.

It was a hatred rooted in the centuries, buried in the hearts of everyone who had been deeply hurt by it, and at this moment, she was not a martial arts goddess of Eruin, not a knight of the princess, not a commander of the White Lion Guard, just the girl who had fled from Butch, the flame of the Butch bear that night, buried with her loved ones in the sea of fire, as if standing behind Freya.

“What do you want?” Brando feels the sorrow in Freya's heart and says, “Freya, if it's your wish, I'll do everything you want, even if it destroys two countries, one world - at no cost! ”

Delphine stood behind Brando and was about to say something, but when she heard it, her face changed, as if she had known Brando for the first time, her eyes prowling between them.

Andrea looked at Freya with interest, and the first time she saw Freya, she understood that this was exactly who she was looking for, that the Goddess of War Guard had lost its most important blood in the world.

Freya opened her mouth.

What does she want? Revenge? Making Madara pay for it at all costs, even at the same time? This is centuries-old hatred. Must it be cleansed with blood and fire?

Freya looked into Brando's eyes, and she thought Brando was alerting her, but she realized from the other person's unwavering eyes that Brando was serious.

If she does, then he will wage war on her behalf, and then Madara and Eruin will live forever.

Why is that?

Freya trembled deeply and suddenly remembered many things, the three of them walking side by side in the dark, defeating the Golden Demon Tree together and killing a way out of despair.

“Do you remember my appointment with Roman in Prague, Freya? ”

“I... I remember. ”

Brando's heart suddenly aches, and one of the three men who fought side by side in Lidenburg is no longer with them. “So you see, Freya,” he shook his head and sighed, "I promised you and Roman that I would live up to your wishes, no matter how dangerous the path, no matter how much time passed, this promise will remain valid. ”

Freya's heart is hot, she sees Brando dark, her nose can't help it, she already knows what happened to Rusta from Antina and Charles: “No more, we'll definitely get Roman back, won't we? ”

“Of course.” Brando nodded, equally convinced.

“That's enough, Brando, I don't have any other requests, I'm just unwilling... unwilling, after all, we've suffered so many disasters, haven't we, the culprits of all these tragedies can easily shirk their responsibilities...” Freya whispered: "I understand that Eruin has gained so much from this victory, but relative to what we've suffered, have the dead really remembered the lesson for that black rose of Bromando? ”

She raised her head and said out loud: “I just... don't want us to be tolerant and can be a reason to allow them to continue to do evil! ”

“What do you want, little girl? ”

A voice in the darkness suddenly said.

Everyone in the lobby creeped up and raised their heads.

Freya didn't realize who was talking to herself, and she just subconsciously replied, "If I may, I'd like to meet the queen. ”

“You'll see her.” The voice said.

“Who's sneaking around in there?” Freya finally reacted and she frowned and drank in that direction.

“I'm not sneaking. There's no need for anywhere on this land. I'm sneaking.” The voice answered with pride, saying, "For my name, my power, rests upon this land, and I am its supreme master. ”

When Queen Madara attacked the black evening dress, she walked out of the shadows with two black knights and looked proudly at everyone present.

“Who are you?” Freya has always guessed who she is, but she still can't help asking.

“As you can see, I'm the one you want to meet.” Queen Maddalene replied very calmly, "Now I'm right in front of you, Elouin's envoy, little girl, what do you want to ask? ”

Freya pulled out her sword and pointed her sword at Queen Madara. The two black knights were shocked and unconsciously drew their swords in order to rush up, but Queen Madara reached out to stop them, still pointing to her snow-white neck by the Lion's Heart Sword, which emitted a spectacular cold light.

She raised her head and looked up at Brando on the terrace, but Brando did not lose sight of the scene, his hand resting on the handle of the sword Odyphus of Holy Sword, with only a cold eye on the black knight behind her. Queen Madara believes that as long as the two black knights from the Nosades draw their swords behind her, they will soon be extinguished.

As if ignoring the blade, Queen Madara looked straight at Freya and said, "What do you want, little girl? ”

Freya did not say a word, but suddenly retracted the Sacred Sword of the Lion Heart and retracted the sword back to the sheath.

Queen Madara seemed to understand something, and she snorted, “So you're saying that I'm the culprit of all this? ”

“Your Majesty!” The two black knights shouted.

But Queen Madara waved at them. She raised her head and said to Freya, "Yes, I am the initiator of the Black Rose War, and Butch's blood is deeply avenging me, and I will not confess for it. ”

Freya looked cold at the Supreme One.

Queen Madara looked at it with no fear: "I welcome you to put your sword in my chest at all times, if you can - and of course you, Mr. Count - too!” Her tone was as if she were still on her throne, full of contempt for death.

Queen Maddalene stood in the lobby, but it was as if she were standing down and watching everyone present, even Brando standing on a tall terrace: "But this war, I need you to stand with me, Maddalene, Elouin and four other temples, and I need you to help me lobby for the descendants of four wise men. ”

“I'll kill you.” Freya's eyes are full of hatred: "You will pay for everything you have done. ”

“But Eruin and Maddalene will also stand together," Brando said softly, as if describing an established fact, his voice echoing in the lobby as if it were ghostly rhetoric: "We will do our utmost to lobby the four temples in response to this war, which belongs to the whole of Warnde. ”

Freya turned around and nodded silently.

The queen smiled softly. She also turned her back to everyone, waved her hand, said nothing more, and walked out the hall with only two black knights.

In the darkness, only empty footsteps remain for a moment.

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