The Amber Sword

Before Aruta arrived, she felt restless again.

He turned around to see his sister, Paia, and the king of Rollindale.

In front of the corridor, tall floor-to-ceiling arches and windows line each other, and soft sunlight shines through the glass, sprinkling a bright print every few metres. Through the silk light, the dust flies, and the light and shadow intersect to form a deep space, at the end of the corridor, as if to an unknown world.

And Isdovelle looked at him calmly, and his lean face came more serious than ever.

“Go, Your Highness.” He said.

“But I… don't know if I can…" Aruta felt a little scared and retreated as a result.

Isdovelle said to him: "The king of St. Osor must have his own decision. ”

“… but what if I'm wrong?” Aruta asked.

“One thing we have done is to think about it in advance, to think about it again and again, and then to make up our minds, and once we have made up our minds, to show the courage to take responsibility for it," Isdovelle said. “No one can make mistakes without making them, but they must not make them in a vicious way. Have you thought about that, Your Highness? ”

“I have thought it through, Mr. Isdovelle, and I think Brando's decision was right, and in this common war we should all be more united, right? ”

“So you've made up your mind? ”

Aruta nodded thoughtfully.

“So if you're wrong, you'll suffer from it. Are you afraid of it?” Isdoville asked.

“No, I am not afraid, Mr. Isdovel,” Aruta said, "because I believe that our point of departure is the right one, and even if it is frustrated for a moment, it will not be because of the resolution itself. I will find the source of the problem and correct it, and I am not afraid of difficulties, because they can always be overcome. ”

The king of Loringdale was also infected by the temper of a teenager, purely always good, and perhaps he will encounter many more things in the future and discover that the world is not as simple as he thought it would be. But all difficulties can always be overcome with this beginnings in mind.

“In that case, what do you have to worry about, Your Highness?” He asked again.

Aruta's eyes darkened: "But I'm your king - the prince, aren't you worried about me and Mr. Brando? Do you think that your future king will listen to one outsider and place the interests of St. Osor under the interests of other nations, and that's why he made that decision? ”

After listening to this question, Isdoviel Haha laughed and said, "Your Highness, the elves are not ungrateful. ”

And he looked at this human teenager, and he looked at it more, and he said, "You can say that today, and you are the same person as us, and the sight of the adult after the wind is remarkable. ”

But Aruta doesn't quite understand what this elf lord means.

Isdovelle continued: "Your Highness, do you truly believe that Count Tonigle's choice is correct? ”

In response, Aruta nodded without hesitation.

“That's enough,” replied Isdovelle aloud, "as long as you think it's true, you let it go, and the elves will be behind you as your solid back. ”

After hearing this answer, Aruta stunned.

The attitude of the King of Rollindale was entirely unexpected.

And his sister, the Hunter Girl Peia, walked up unattended, and as the daughter of the mountaineers, she had little reason to say, but silently placed the Holy Ring in the hands of her brother. Though silent, her tender gaze has encompassed all the words to her brother, a quality that the mountain folk have stood by for generations, traditional and resilient.

Simple, but beautiful.

Aruta held a holy ring and the rings sparkled in darkness. The elves watched the scene, and the long team turned back in turn, like a wave of silver, on both sides of the corridor, facing the future king. The teenager looked at the scene and suddenly there was a trickling heat in his heart, which was like a slobber whispering in his ear, the glory and faith of the Elf Kingdom for thousands of years, which was an ancient identity.

The teenager felt a little astringent in the corner of his eyes, and he gently lifted his hand and wiped it.

He swore that he would not disappoint anyone.

……

Everything has come to an end.

Veronica looked up at a mountain forest of raised hands, and the depression and disappointment in her heart grew.

Admittedly, no one in the world is going to die, and in the face of death, everyone is equally afraid. Especially when the bloodbath has disappeared, there is only a strict instinct left, which is certainly a continuing need of either community and may not be shameful.

But more terrible than death is the loss of hope. A man's life is like an instant in relation to the length of history, and the shade of his wife, the fame of success, is the need for life, but when death comes, everything returns to nothingness. So what's the point of existence when people seem to repeat this process over and over again over the centuries?

Few people have doubts about their lives.

Because civilizations and communities made up of individuals are founded on countless gravels that come and go, and the empire flourishes and flourishes, and history never leaves its mark. The people of the world change the world and the future little by little, and perhaps everyone is repeating the process from life to death, but today is different from tomorrow, and perhaps the future and hope are the ultimate answers to that question.

At this moment, however, the answer has lost its meaning.

If it fails, Veronica hears a nobleman choking next to her: "Thank goodness I can finally get out of this shithole. I'm afraid I'll never see my family again one day. As long as the elves allow us to enter the country, I will immediately take my family to Caroline. If the Dragon of Dusk hits that place, I will find a way to go to Jiufeng..."

Veronica turned around and saw the nobleman with the tears on his face, not knowing what kind of mood it was, prompted her to ask each other: “What about after Nine Phoenixes, where are we going? ”

The nobleman couldn't answer, and stayed for a while.

Veronica shook her head at first sight and suddenly had a temper. She separated the crowd and wanted to leave the place. But it was heartening to see the Duke of Ludwig, who was still in his seat not far away, first firmly in opposition to her, but unexpectedly chose to abstain in the vote.

The Duke of Ludwig sat in his position in a blaze, and on several occasions he tried to reach for his pocket watch, but his hands were shaking so badly that they all took an empty spot.

Veronica looked at the man and understood that perhaps there were two ways to hang himself, the latter choosing to be more cruel to himself, and he wiped out his hopes.

Others, however, might thus be able to walk more dignified.

Even though Veronica had a heart to say something, it was difficult to speak in the face of a ten-year-old Duke Ludwig. She felt panicked, and staying in this fortress was not necessarily the right choice, but where was the right choice?

Are you sure you want to die?

She can stay here and die generously.

But where are the others?

At the corner of the round table, Grey Druid saw the scene, shook his head and got up and left his position.

The craftsmen and wizards of the Silver Alliance are also exiting, although they have not expressed any opinions from the outset, and the wizards are merely discussing each other, shaking their heads from time to time, with little smile on their faces.

Only mountain and highlander representatives sat in their seats as if nothing had happened to them and looked at the representatives of Silver Bay on the other side. These little aristocrats are discussing their own stay, and more importantly, how should the coalition forces in Silver Bay save them?

The Finns were also getting up and packing up all sorts of parchment papers on the table, and behind them the envoys of the White City states walked earlier and were heading out in groups. Someone in the lobby nodded angrily at Grand Druid.

But at this time--

All of a sudden, the wind elves who had been watching in the lobby stood up from their positions and looked collectively at the south entrance of the lobby.

Veronica was about to leave, but she found herself not far from home, constantly unconscious of the changes around her, Duke Ludwig's face showing a hint of amazement, trembling from his position and looking directly behind her.

She turned around unconsciously.

Many are also turning back...

The Buga stopped outside the northern gates, and the envoys of the White City states were blocked behind them, both of them turning in this direction.

The person in position also stopped the movement in his hand, and the Finn Zan looked at his colleagues, while the representatives of Silver Bay met face to face. Big Druid's grey steps slowed down, and he turned back, some unexpectedly looking this way.

‘Clicking’ sounded softly.

The southern gate was pushed open, making a squeaky noise.

The hall was quiet in time, as a platoon of silver-coloured armoured, overhead, winged elf guards were seen pouring in through the gate, arching a human teenager into the hall.

All the wind elves in the lobby, at this moment, consciously turn around to salute.

But what they did was not the human teenager.

It's what teenagers have in their hands.

It's a ring--

In public, Aruta walked down the steps with the holy ring in his hand to the round table where the elves were represented; he raised his head and looked at all the aristocrats, big and small, in the lobby, then lifted the ring and placed it gently on the table.

On top of that ring, a round of Saint Osor's nine-grain emblems gleamed in the glow beneath the center of the hall.

“Wind back ring! ”

Someone recognized the tip of his eyes and shouted.

Veronica sniffed her eyes and felt her heart beat half beat faster; not far away, Grand Druid's face also showed surprise.

Aruta looked at everyone present.

Hundreds of eyes are also on this old hunter's son.

But there was no retreat in the mind of the teenager; instead, only infinite courage swept through his chest. Because today, he understands what he has to do.

That represents a promise that has not been fulfilled for a thousand years, and in a thousand years it will be fulfilled again in the hands of the descendants of the Fog Pokémon and in the hands of today's Wind Pokémon.

A long overdue promise.

Aruta said quietly: "The wind elf of St. Osor is willing to stay and hold on to this fortress. ”

The echoes over the lobby were not high, and even a little naive.

But the word is a thousand words.

He stared at the seat of the Cruz, the needles were quiet in the lobby, and the Cruz nobles were silent —— are these elves insane? The Bukas stopped to meet each other, and beside them, Grand Druid sat thoughtfully back in his place, seemingly waiting for something.

Only the wind elves looked at the ring, and then at their future king, and the gods were serious.

And Arutha said again, "So where are the former allies, the descendants of the Fire King, today, remember your vows? ”

Veronica's subconscious is going to split the crowd up and return to their place - and the Cruz will not lose faith? Even in her own name, she must stay and fight alongside the elves.

But before she could speak, a crisp and powerful voice had answered for her:

“The Cruz are here--”

“Who's talking? ”

“Who dares represent the Krutz without permission! ”

An aristocratic congressman stood up, shaking his fat head and looking around, trying to find someone to speak to.

But his words immediately stuck in his throat.

The crowd is separating from left to right, automatically clearing a path - in the middle of which a heavily armored knight of flames stands opposite each other, and sixteen knights escort a young girl into the lobby.

A blonde girl also holds a ring high in her hand.

But it was more like a round of flames, and the golden flame rings were burning in her hands.

Some people in the crowd made the sound of swallowing: “To the holy ring of fire...”

Faina stepped down the stairs and came to the round table.

She looked at the hunter teenager in front of her.

Then he solemnly placed the ring in his hand on the table, raising his head to the wind elves and answering: "Two rings bear witness to this vow, and the Krutz are willing to fight alongside their former allies. ”

The elves nodded.

“We may have had a grudge," replied King Isdovel of Loringdale behind Aruta, “but today we were friends a thousand years ago, even today. ”

“By oath of the Ring--”

The elves answered with one voice.

Aruta looked with some admiration at this nobleman, who also raised the Holy Ring after the wind and answered with the same solemnity: "In the name of the Holy Ring -”

In the middle of the air.

Two sparkling holy rings.

Relative to each other.

It's like a millennium ago.

“Unfortunately there are only two…” Grand Druid looked at the scene with a sigh.

Perhaps the Seven Commandments coincided, and this morning has become the past.

In the city of Canterbury, the lines of defense of the Allied Coalition Forces of the Silver Bay are shattering.

But the real despair in people's hearts did not stem from the heavenly dusk army - Blanc stood heavily behind the castle, beside him, Sister Magdall covering her mouth and watching with horror what was happening.

It's a huge black sphere that's showing its shape outside Canterbury.

“Martha is on, what the hell is that...”

Bai Shan.

Wind elves stand opposite vampires, and twenty-six delegates look at each other and pull their chairs apart, sitting on each side of a long table.

After watching both sides for a moment, the Registrar silently picked up the fountain pen and wrote the first sentence on the parchment paper:

“An era has passed...”

The giant silver dragon pounded its wings over the ruins of a city. Delphine was the first to jump off the back of the silver dragon, and she landed on the ground, seeing two unexpected people besides the Buga envoy who came to greet her.

The phoenix fire stood opposite the rookie, who looked at her with a smile:

“Here you are, Miss Delphine...”

Farnzan Eastern Border, Great Glacier.

The Elf Queen looks somewhat lonely at the distant, purple-light icebergs.

Her people, the army of wild elves, were falling in pieces on the way to the attack, and the knights of Finzan had gathered in a flood, but were still unable to tear a mouth on the line of defense of the Neng Nation.

Suddenly a purple light flashed through the sky, and she raised her head in the icy wind as if suddenly she realized something.

“Finally, the final battle of the millennium has begun…”

Elouin, the lighthouse...

Inside the underground black prison, the girl looked up at the only light thrown from the ceiling. She wore heavy iron shackles on her hands and feet, and with a slight movement, the iron chain locked on the wall made a noise.

A moment later, Antina closed her eyes silently.

For darkness, she is not stranger.

Rose-colored blood is dripping along the icy metal.

“Brando...”

……