The Amber Sword

“Delphine? Miss Delphine! ”

Distant sounds seem to come from another world, implicit.

The Prime Minister opened his eyes slowly, as deep and beautiful as purple crystals. The first thing she saw was a slightly dazzling sunshine through the shade of the tree, the sun after noon, which dyed the laminated leaves into a light yellow and soft green color, the veins of the branches clearly visible in the sun, and the dull, monotonous bugs echoing in the woods.

She raised her eyebrows like she was remembering something, but her face quickly revealed a palpitating glow. Delphine took a slight breath and blinked, then saw the pair looking into her eyes not far away.

“Lord. ”

“Are you all right?” Brando looked pale as if Delphine had come out of the water, noticing her subconscious curling, wondering if she had just woken up from some nightmare.

“Will you help me up, Lord? ”

Brando looked at her for a moment and nodded.

He stretched his hand over her shoulder, lifted her up and sat on a rock. Delphine was almost all drenched in sweat, pale in the face, looking at the beginning of a major illness, only to raise her head and gaze at the former.

Brando seemed a little uncomfortable to her. She couldn't help but look down to avoid the eyes of the latter. But what she saw in the eyes was a girl's long, snow-white neck. Is her skin slightly transparent in the sun? The capillaries below are also clearly visible.

“… is it nice?” Delphine suddenly asked in a shadow.

“Cough...”

“I still don't get it. ”

“What don't you understand?” Brando was stunned.

“I don't understand what you're thinking. ”

“I?”

“Lord, isn't it a little touchy?” Delphine looked Brando in the eye and her eyes were a little lost: "I'm already your mistress, aren't I? ”

She lifted her hand and stopped Brando from saying, "I understand Lord is so afraid of me because it's a woman in the heart of a snake, isn't it? ”

Brando frowned, and he heard a hint of depression from Delphine's tone, and he rarely saw the Prime Minister like this on weekdays.

“No, Miss Delphine--”

“I understand, that's compassion, and with some guilt, you want to pity me, give me charity, because you have my body, so you want to be responsible for me, right? ”

Brando was slightly stiff.

Delphine shook her head gently and her purple eyes glowed with a heavy glow: "How ridiculous, actually, if it were an empire, I wouldn't look at such a coward like you. Lord, Ellman is far more determined and cold-blooded than you are, and that's why I chose him--”

Brando couldn't help but get a little upset when this woman described him like this. Although he may not care about some of her values and opinions, he is still a man.

Seeing Brando's face, the Chancellor flashed a little surprise in his gaze: "Looks like I pissed you off, Lord. ”

“No, Miss Delphine, even if someone is a million times more ruthless than me, it is not in any way worthy of my envy, quite the contrary, in fact.” How could Brando admit that he was actually eating?

Delphine suddenly sighed: "Yes, that's certainly not something you should envy. ”

Brando was stunned.

“Because one of them has become the past, just like me, the empire of the past is now disintegrated, what is left of everything I seek? ”

Delphine asked herself in the shadows: "Perhaps the real ridiculous thing is a woman like me who doesn't know herself. ”

Brando sees her in a depression and feels something in her heart, knowing that what she has heard since these days affects her. After all, how can an ordinary person - even the eldest daughter of a family of prime ministers - possibly transcend the class she represents with her original insights and intentions?

Only at this moment did he suddenly realize that perhaps the most precious asset left to him by his two generations of experience was not the supreme authority known as the ‘system', but the vision that would allow him to see the future and the confusion directly, free from the constraints of history and the present.

Everyone - when everyone in the world is bound and bound by their own destiny and what they see and hear, he is already at the crossroads of history and the future.

For he had witnessed with his own eyes the advent of such an era.

It was the past, the present and the future, and they had no secrets in his eyes.

Thus came a king in the Dark Ages, and there was no secret in his eyes of all that he knew.

And perhaps this is Martha's most important asset in disrupting the flow of time to the winners.

Brando had to unconsciously loosen his palm, where, in his palm, there was a glowing sphere of dark green light that sparkled, green as a dream, and the light flowed in his palm.

Delphine was attracted to the light, and she looked up and looked at Brando's light ball: “Is this nature's jewelry? ”

Brando nodded.

“Master Martha gave it to you? ”

Brando turned around again and had to come back to the scene:

When Martha answered all this softly, the space calmed down and the needle was silent. Brando felt his mind was messed up and he couldn't speak.

The Gods are Earthlings, so it seems to him, as a pure Earthlings, that there is a reasonable explanation for everything.

It was a while before he stumbled and said, "So... am I the only one with the highest authority besides Roman? ”

Martha bowed softly.

She said softly:

“So you see, my child, now you will be the only hope in the world, until that day, when Warnde's fate will depend on your choice--”

Martha's voice seemed as gentle and peaceful as ever, but Brando tightened his eyebrows: "I don't understand, Lord Martha, I don't understand! ”

“Didn't the gods die since the time of Tianqing to create an era that belonged to mortals? Amber is the holy sword of destiny, but how can the survival of the world be called our self-help if it is still in the hands of someone? ”

“Suppose," he had to raise his voice: “If one day there were no more such saviours in the world, where would people go? In those days, who would fight the Dragon of Dusk? If that is the future we foresee, what is the point of its existence? ”

“Lord Martha, is everything we do just to get everything back to square one? ”

Brando was suddenly confused, and if all the world needed was a supreme king, a savior, what was the difference between his choice and that of the Silver Queen?

And what qualifies him to accuse the Silver Queen of doing everything wrong?

What's the point of Odin the Dragon of Darkness and the four wise men, the countless sacrifices of the pioneers?

No, this probably shouldn't be the case.

He had to look up and seemed to want answers in the face of the mother of all things.

But Martha just looked at him and smiled.

“It's good, my child,” she suddenly lifted her hands and held a crown of light in her hand: “It's really good, maybe one day you'll remember what you said today. ”

“What...? ”

Martha softly interrupted his words:

“Brando, you have to understand that for this war, it's only just the beginning. One Arkentu in the district is nothing. The crisis is far from over. The Dragon of Dusk has understood that this is just a trap, and I have never placed the final throne here...”

“And when it turns its eyes to Warnde, this war will truly come, even though its body is sealed by the saints of mortals, it still has millions of claw teeth...”

“Snatch in front of the Dragon of Dusk, find the End Seat, open the way to the future with the keys to destiny. ”

“Who will rule the fate of man?" Martha's eyes are gentle and loving: “Brando, it is up to you to make your own choices. ”

“Martha... my lord? ”

She put her hands down gently.

“Brando, my child, perhaps one day you will be king. ”

“On that day, I will crown you in the clouds - you will bathe in the mountains and call you king for all generations, all nations and all voices.”

“Thy throne shall be upon the fate of the flames separated, and upon the summit of the ancient saints, thou shalt be the master of this sole scepter, the kings of the worlds and the kingdoms, the king of Vaughn. ”

“When that day comes, Brando, obey your inner voice, and at that moment you will understand everything. ”

Brando raised his head and watched as Martha gently lowered the crown to make him feel the weight of the crown.

“Remember my words, son," Martha said with unprecedented seriousness: "To wear a crown, you must bear its weight. ”

She dropped her hand gently and finally glanced at him.

Then the mother of all things turned around slowly and walked forward.

“Lord Martha!” Brando trembled slightly and seemed to understand something.

“Goodbye, my son, for the next time, the fate of the world will be with you...”

Martha smiled slightly, as if she were walking into a white light, her figure gradually wandering away in the light, eventually turning into a scattered spot of light.

Brando looked at the scene, and in the light he seemed to see a lot of people and things. They slowly came to him, one by one saying goodbye to him.

“Remember me, Sophie, I'm a crystal, and I'll live forever. ”

“Little guy, do you understand now, what is the blood of the source?” Man laughing: “Blood of the dark gods in the district, what is it to you? ”

He patted him on the shoulder: "Take good care of Roman and take responsibility for the man. ”

Finally, a young girl with long green hair hanging down her ankle came to him and looked at him quietly: "Sophie, I know you can no longer remember the days we spent together, but don't forget the ideals and beliefs of the Truth Parliament and take good care of yourself. ”

“Goddess Gaia…” Brando spoke out.

But he immediately shut his mouth and looked at the other woman suddenly in front of him with dismay.

“Ma... Princess Magdalene? ”

“You might as well call me Project 13 a little better," she shook her head with an untamed smile on the face of a woman like the Sister Princess God. “But anyway, that's a thing of the past. Besides, the plan itself is nothing but a cover. ”

“You are…” Brando suddenly reacted.

“Tell her, forget me,” the woman smiled. "I just want her to be happy. ”

The woman bowed herself to him and gave him a gift: "Number 13, I bid you farewell, Mr. Sophie. ”

A figure disappeared.

The space seems to be quiet again.

Brando raised his head and saw only a glimmer of light fall between his shoulders and his hands. He subconsciously lifted his hands and gathered them into a light ball in his palm.

The light bulb flashed.

Green as a dream light.

……