The Amber Sword

But only a pair of cloudy eyes remain, burning in the darkness the most fervent desire for survival. The old man shook his hand out, crossed the wooden fence, and grabbed his daughter's hand.

“… is this true? ”

Dilfiry felt that big hand like a dead bark mopping his hand, tears finally couldn't help but snap out of his orbit, * * * * the suffering he had endured since night, as if paying off at this moment.

Yes, she's back.

Back to Fort Swallow.

This land that raised her.

When the situation between the North and the South began to subside, she pleaded with Her Royal Highness to give her an army that would enable her to take back everything that had belonged to her. Although Antina wanted her to wait until Brando came back, how could Father wait until that moment?

Fortunately, the Lady of Staff agreed to her request, and when she returned to the North, the eldest Prince gave her all the help she could, whether it be all of this or the fleet behind her, Delphiry understood that it was all because of the good will of the Count.

Perhaps that fateful encounter with Ambethel was the turning point.

Lord Martha never gave up on her, even though she was in darkness.

“Open the cell door!” She relentlessly let go of her father's hand and ordered with the majesty that Count Yanbourg deserved.

The servants did as they were told, but Count Swallow's body seemed too weak, or perhaps seeing his daughter again drained all of his heart, and he was asleep at this moment.

Dilfrey dared not disturb her, and she instructed the servant to take his hands and feet and escort the Count carefully to his room. He does need a good rest, at least no more fear.

In her memory, the father was a resolute man who could rely on the windshield to keep her from the rain, and perhaps that was the same perseverance that kept him from revealing his family's secrets despite his torment.

And that ultimately saved his life.

The Countess sighed slightly, looking at the old man sleeping in bed, before closing the door and turning around and walking out. At the end of the corridor, on the terrace of the castle, two young officers were talking on the terrace and saw her coming out and turning around to salute her.

“Mr. Manrik, you're Mr. Brando's man, and you don't have to be polite to me. ”

“And Mr. Brayson, so are you. ”

Dilfiry knew that the two young men in front of him, one of the best of the captains trained by the Bukas for Valhalla and one of the most trusted deputies of the Lady of Staff, Antitina sent him with her to Swallow Castle to see how courteous and valued Cold Cedar Collar was.

The latter was Brando's childhood companion, although the two men were said to have had a grudge, but later they had exasperated, and the two of them, one north and the other south, now had their own future, and everything from the past had long gone with the wind. The other was chosen deliberately by Prince Levine to prove her recognition of the Sifah royal family's inheritance rights to Swallow Castle, but the fact is that the young generation of geniuses who already have the name 'White Lion's Sword', as well as the army - apparently the Prince also understands that Swallow Castle's situation at this time is tantamount to rebellion.

But the battle foreseen along the way did not take place, and the rebels in Swallow Castle seemed to have received the wind in advance, with the exception of a slight resistance to recovering the family's castle, which was considered a smooth sail. Dilfrey was worried that her sinister uncle would take away his father, but the Earl of Swallow Castle seemed to have been forgotten in the dark corner, and when they recovered the castle, they rescued him from the damp and dark.

It all went a little incredibly well, even a little uneasy, and Dilfrey couldn't figure it out herself —— her uncle, her father's brother, where the usurper went.

And the inhabitants of Swallow Castle, and the army, as if they had all disappeared overnight.

When Brayson heard Delphiry mention the man's name, he shook his head, and his heart had to lift a sense of the past, when they would think of today's day. Captain Madden may not have dreamed that his three proud disciples would now be the tripod of the kingdom.

And the least successful of them today, perhaps because of his origins, perhaps because of the identity of the descendants of Darus, is a miracle that no one can deny that his power in the Battle of Ambessel was raging.

“Brando, Freya, how are you? ”

Thinking of the guy who always looked wrong in the past, at this moment, it also became a kind of memories in the heart. Ever since the Battle of Ambethel, he's realized he's lost his last chance in a fight with that vile guy.

So he quit the fight, and a man came to the north, and here he had a new beginning, a new love, and now he had his own career and direction to fight for it. And the emotions and memories of the past are now the best of hearts and minds, the assumptions about adolescence.

At a moment when Brayson was distracted, Manrik had bowed to Dilfrey: "You're just in time, Miss Dilfrey, we're discussing something about you. ”

“Oh, what's wrong? ”

“Look over here,” Manrique said, pointing to a forest not far away, "these things are always a little weird, have they always been in this place? ”

“No,” Dilfrey shook his head: "I've never seen these things, at least not before I left Fort Swallow. ”

It's a forest in the north of Fort Swallow, and in the memory of Delphirie, it's a perennial woodland. There is also a garden in the woodland that carries her childhood memories, a woodland that is lush in the summer, dyed a layer of ink in the late winter, and then starts snowing. When the snow accumulates the earth and the forest become snowy, it is the hunting day of the Swallow Castle once a year.

She still remembers the noisy scene of that man, whether adult or child, with a happy smile on his face during the New Year, as if it were a promise for the coming year.

But now, the forest becomes distorted and scary, with purple clusters of crystals growing in the forest, and the bark surface reflects an unnatural glow, giving a strange colour under the moonlight; the cold glow seems to be a ghost's gaze, calling it a chestnut. In the depths of the forest stands an ancient ruin, a huge, dark building, pressed against the hearts and minds of people, making them feel repressed and unable to breathe.

“I saw something similar in some parts of northern Balta," Bresson said suddenly. "There are many places where these relics have appeared overnight, but scholars have yet to understand their origins and only suspect that they may be related to the recent Black Moon crash. ”

“Do you suspect this place also appeared a night ago?” Manrique asks, "Could forest variations be related to these sites? ”

“Miss Delphirie's answer also confirms our speculation. ”

“No, I think it might have something to do with the change in the forest. ”

“What's the matter?” Both looked back at Count Kim in unison.

“Long before I left Swallow Castle, I heard rumors of monsters in the forest, giant crystals,” Delphirie recalled, as if the shadows of the past had once again covered her head, and she frowned: “Since then, the territory has become frightened -”

“Miss Delphirie, are you worried about something,” said Bryson, openly. ”

The Count hesitated, and for a moment she seemed a little weak, but soon became firm: "Mr. Manrique, Mr. Brayson, because it was a secret to my family that my father might have encountered all of this, and I have always doubted that, but until today I was determined to say it. ”

“Miss Delphirie, if this is your family's secret...”

“No, gentlemen, I trust Mr. Brando, you are his men and friends, and I think I can entrust you. ”

“Commissioned us? Miss Delphirie, with all due respect, we don't understand. ”

“Please follow me. ”

In the basement.

When Dilfrey opened the dark crate, she felt both of them holding their breath unconsciously.

“This…”

“What is this?”

“Is this the Lion Heart Sword? ”

“How is it possible that it is not in…”

Brayson and Manrik have some stunned faces.

The Count looked with a gentle eye and laid flat in the crate, glancing at the gleaming sword before relentlessly closing the crate again.

She turned around and looked at the two people behind her and said, “This is not the Lion Heart Sword. The Lion Heart Sword is just a fake. ”

“What!? ”

“This is the most important secret of the Swanburg family, and you should understand my family's origins, which is the product of the compromise between the Krutz and the Pokémon of St. Osor, whose ancestors migrated from the Krutz Empire to this point and established this native Earl of Swanburg. ”

Dilfiry stopped and went on to say, "You should understand that when King Acme first took the Lion's Heart Sword from the Empire, and that sword was in fact the product of Orpheus the Holy Sword in three parts, because Gilt, the King of Fire, left a legacy for one of his most trusted knights, that if one day the Cruz forgot the glory of their forefathers, the soul of Orpheus's Holy Sword would go away from his descendants in search of a truly pure earth. ”

“In the legend of my family for generations, this will is true and credible, but it has to do with the covenant of Gilt, the king of flames, with another big man, perhaps the wise man Ellanta, or Saint Osor, the wind that Gilt has always loved deeply. Because of this covenant, my family came to this land with another sword, rooted and bred for centuries, and we called ourselves Swordkeepers of Swordsburg, and the world thought we were Swords of the Heart of the Lion. ”

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