The Amber Sword

As soon as the Sadr wizard waved, the Lion Heart Sword fell from the air and fell into his hands. He raised his sword and watched carefully - the afternoon sun was passing through the gap between the blinds, forming a narrow light belt that landed right on the blade.

Bright, swinging sword body with dazzling shine.

At a moment's sight, the Sadr Witch said: "This sword is the sword of the Lion Heart King Ace's lifetime. Legend has it that it is a symbol of the ideal sword. It will choose those with the same noble beliefs for the Lord; but few people know that this sword was cast from the shards of the Holy Sword Odyphus, who slept in the soul of the Holy Sword, whose first master was the head of the Flaming Knight, and later the ancestor of the late King Ace -”

“About seven centuries ago, the sword was lost from the Krutz to this barbaric land in the South; but it was not, as described in history, the first King Acme who stole the sword from the Krutz, rather than a legacy left by the King of Fire before his death, the establishment of Eruin, the intervention of the wind elves, all for the purpose of concealing a greater secret. ”

He said, turning the sword blade and placing the Lion Heart Sword flat back on the desk: "And this sword is the key to the secret. ”

Say it, Sadr. The witch looks up and looks at Antitina. His eyes were sword-like, but Antina frowned slightly and her face was silent.

In her heart is another sight...

She still remembers the summer night, when the light of the Witch Queen was shining over the southern sky.

A bright strip of light stretches across the center of the night, stars weaving, trillions of stars dripping down from the sky dome as if they were in the glow of the deepest memory. It is the courtyard of one's own home, and the waters of the river Pragues gleaming far away.

“Dad, is that sword really that powerful? ”

“Of course,” Viscount Nai smiled and touched his daughter's head: “So Annie, you have to grow up fast. ”

“Why? ”

Viscount Neisson laughed and didn't speak.

He rubbed his daughter's head again, and the latter opened his father's hands with a little anger.

“Annie.” Viscount Neisson remembers one thing.

“Hmm?”

“Remember what I told you yesterday? ”

“Well, I remember, my grandfather said we were descendants of Elkan III, heirs of the Sifah family, and my real name was Moria-Etalina de Sifah. ”

Viscount Neisson smiled and patted her on the little shoulder: “You must remember that, although you may never use this name in your life, the blood of our forerunner King Acme determines our responsibility to this kingdom--“

“Responsibility?”

“That's one day, when Eru needs us to stand up, I want you to be brave. ”

“I'll be brave," little girl's eyes flashing, "Dad. ”

“Okay," Viscount Neisson laughed: “Come on, Mom's calling us... by the way, I'll take you to the suburban villa for a while. ”

“Really?”

“Of course, it's up to you! ”

But he didn't say anything.

Antitina bit her lips, and soon after that in her memory, the family sold her property, and life seemed to suddenly become poor, and that promise could no longer be fulfilled.

She waited a long time, her father disappeared, her mother washed herself in tears and lost weight a day, and it was not until many years later that another man took her to fulfillment of that wish.

The memorable compound of childhood is long gone.

The Sadr witch looked at the complexity of the young girl Na's face and asked, “What are you thinking? ”

Antitina's dark, painted eyes became clearer and firmer.

She returned from her memories and shook her head slowly, answering, "Nothing, just some memories of this sword, my lord. ”

“What's that? ”

“My lord, you should understand the significance of this sword for the descendants of the Sifah family. ”

Sadr nodded, “It's okay, we can give you this sword, little girl. ”

Antitina didn't talk and obviously understood that these two couldn't be so kind, but she did listen to each other go on and on: "… but we have to get the secret behind this sword, which has nothing to do with your Sifah family - this sword is actually a key, and only true Eruin royal blood can hold it to open that door. ”

He stopped and continued, “As a direct descendant of King Acme, I'm sure you won't let us down, will you? ”

Antitina was silent for a moment.

Or join.

Or die.

This is indeed an easy choice.

For a long time, she kept silent and stared at the sword.

And the Sadr Witch was not in a hurry, waiting for her answer without a word, as if she already had bamboo on her chest.

A moment later, Antitina finally raised her head and replied word for word: "I understand, as the direct descendant of the first King Acme, I will not disappoint you. ”

The young girl took this very seriously.

Unfortunately, neither the Sadr Witch nor Makaro understood.

The former fingered a smooth sword blade of the Lion's Heart and lifted the sword, handed it over and handed it over to her.

But Antina didn't reach for it.

“This is your only chance, little girl," the Sadr man threatened in shadow: “Pick up this sword, or you'll get out of here sideways. ”

Antina, look at him.

“Yes,” she said, "but I have a request.”

One request, the Sadr Witch stunned slightly.

But after a moment of hesitation, he nodded his head, and since this little human girl had chosen to succumb, he did not want to have extraneous branches at this time.

“I want to know about you.” Antitina asked.

Sadr's witch frowned: "Don't you think you're getting there, little girl? ”

“I think it's a reasonable request, my lord," Antittina replied calmly, "I've proven my worth, but I don't know anything about you right now. ”

“That's true. ”

The Sadr Witch nodded, and he liked to deal with smart people - especially wise people.

He thinks he's starting to admire this little girl.

“Well, this could be a special case, so what do you want to know?” He replied.

“About the Dragon of Dusk. ”

The Sadr Witch sucks in a breath of cold air.

And Antittina didn't move, and went on to say, "In Eruin's layout, it's not just a Sardinian game, is it? I don't want to be considered the lowest level of chess? ”

The Sadr Witch took a deep look at the little girl - a problem that did not exceed his threshold, but was unexpected. He didn't know what Antina was thinking, but thought he was looking at each other for the long term.

He looked subconsciously at Makaro and became more disappointed in his heart.

How can there be so much difference between people?

It's not that Makaro isn't cunning enough, it's just that the level of thinking has determined a lot.

“Interesting,” the Sadr man muttered. But there's nothing to hide, and the Sassards did something so big that they couldn't hide it -- he took two steps in the same place, and then he said:

“In fact, the contact between the Sassards and the Dragon of Dusk is much closer than you think...”

“About forty-five years ago, a black dragon named Gwendolyn came to us. It stayed in Oleg for three days, then went to Gusta, where I met this black dragon with Black Ryanov. Shortly afterwards, the Sassards had a new goal, which separated them from their former colleagues. ”

“Dragon Queen?” Antitina asked.

Sadr's witch nodded slowly.

There was a slight doubt in the mind of the girl: “In just three days, you betrayed the entire Silver City - I'm not stupid, Lord Sadr - because of what it said. ”

“You look at it too high,” the Sadr wizard laughed. “Even without this fuse, division is only a long inevitable consequence. The name Sadr originated from nobility, ruler, guardian of mystery and knowledge, and we were never on the same path with those inferior wizards of the Silver Society. ”

“Are there nobles among the Bukas? ”

“Before the days of the Tianqing Knights, there was.” The Sadr Witch is a bit nostalgic.

Antitina crooked her head: "But the purpose of the Dragon of Dusk is to destroy our world, and you will not fail to understand this, and what will you gain from working with it? ”

“That's the story the Temple tells you, little girl," the Sadr Witch smiled scornfully: "They are always so dangerous to listen to in order to reach the goal of intimidating the blind to obey their rule. ”

He laid down the Lion's Heart Sword and drew a rune from his hand: “The end of dusk is not so much destruction as the return of the world to its original form - in turn, why is Martha's creation not a dusk for the chaotic people? ”

“Unfortunately, we are not a chaotic people,” Antitina praised sarcastically: "We cannot think with their eyes. ”

“Or so to speak," the Sadr Witch stalled, not concerned with the tone of the little girl: "But in any case, destruction is a serious word, so do not use it easily - without going beyond the dimension we exist, it will not be possible to destroy the universe of this dimension, nor will the Dragon of Dusk. ”

“In fact, we prefer to use 'demolition of an old house' as an analogy to what is happening," he said, "in this war it will be destroyed, just the Tiamat code created by the gods. ”

“Demolish an old house...” Antitina's eyes flashed with anger: “But what difference does it make, losing the world that Martha loves, when the material divide collapses, all existence is lost, and you will not be spared? What's the point of getting more now if you're going to lose everything in the end? ”

“That is the root cause of the contradiction.” The Sadr Witch has a very calm tone: “You speak the truth for most people. But there is another possibility, and chaos is not truly nothingness, that another sense of immortality can be achieved as long as we can move beyond the existing forms of life. ”

“To be part of the twilight? ”

“Aren't the demons part of the twilight? ”

The mistress was disgusted by this logic, but she could not refute it and could only shut her mouth silently.

The Sadr witch looked at her and guessed what she was thinking. She couldn't help but grunt: "You still don't seem to understand, do you? This is actually a human view. You look at this problem from the perspective of the weak, and you naturally feel the same way about the weak side, but what does that have to do with you? ”

He taught Antina, "Your thoughts are not wise thinking, it's a superior and inferior world, we can live, and some people must be eliminated, but this is not because we create them, because they are too weak - we can choose to save them or not, but it is not a moral imperative for us, and we have no inevitable responsibility for them. ”

Antitina was silent for a moment.

“But the Bukas are also part of the world," she tried to restrain herself, but still revealed a hint of anger: "You take power from the world, and some of it belongs to others. So why is it not a responsibility for you to be strong, for you to be weak, for our forefathers have agreed to defend the world, and now you are on the side of the Dragon of Dusk? ”

“Together?” Sadr smiled and interrupted her: “I must point out, when did the world of mortals end its internal strife or, seventy days ago, when did you truly take responsibility for the world - this millennium ago - without us? ”

“That's because people didn't know anything about it," Antitina squeezed her lips and pressed her impulse: ”If it weren't for the magical tide, we wouldn't even know the fact that the Dragon of Dusk was about to awaken - and the Bukas sealed everything about the past so tightly, shouldn't they be held accountable for it? ”

The Sadr Witch grinned, “You mean we have an inescapable responsibility for your tragic situation? ”

We've never asked you for anything, but at least not the knife behind it!

Antitina's heart is furious too.

The Buga had overthrown the Minir with mortals, but the Silver People had also taken most of their heritage since the time of the Gods and had taken their place as heirs to it. They sealed these knowledge and secrets about the past in the towers of ivory, and used them to build today's land on the clouds.

And whereas people, like the inferior ones who were born to roll in the mud, when the people of silver re-established their glorious kingdom in just over a hundred years, whereas people still climb and beat on the continent and find ways to build their own kingdom.

So today the world is familiar with Cruz, Fanzan and St. Osor, not the Minor Cruz, not the Minor Fanzan or the Minor St. Osor.

They are the light of weak civilizations that people have accumulated over a millennium, like dripping water through stones.

But hopes are faint, but they persist.

How could Tumen be called a teacher by the four great temples, not just because he taught the saints. And even more so because he gave the people of Black Iron the post-Minor era the most precious asset - knowledge.

That is even the precious treasure protected by the brooms of all people, the Bukas...

This is the Black Iron People.

A man of the worlds.

They inherited the name of black iron, a cheap, humble, faultless, beauty metal that seemed to be born to be the lowest and least visible, but with only one advantage:

Gold is too precious.

Silver is too weak.

Only black iron is tough.

It is so everywhere that it does not need to be cautious; it is so despicable and so beautifully impervious that it does not stain those arrogant qualities; and its plain and vain will eventually be cast a silent note that will completely end this era.

That was a trillion weak powers, but brighter than any one of the names written on the epic.

At that moment, Antittina finally understood Brando's choice.

I also understood my choices.

She shook her head gently.

“I see. ”

The Sadr Witch stopped.

Antittina looked up at him and said, "The Sassards have made the right choice, let us fulfill the remaining covenant. ”

Makaro looked at the girl strangely and was always feeling a little uneasy.

But he looked at Sadr's face and didn't dare say anything.

This is the cunning fox of a kingdom.

And the other is Tony Gehl's rising star.

These two, arguably the two most intelligent people in this era,

One can only lock one's thoughts in shackles.

On the other hand, he lit all his flames of wisdom, burning them all and turning them into flames that swept them away.

At this moment, courage can be the whole of wisdom.

But wisdom, it's just the corner of courage.

Sadr nodded: "Well, let's get back to the point, we've wasted too much time. ”

He picked up the sword of the Lion's Heart again, but before handing it over to Antitina, the head of the Sardinian wizard looked at her solemnly: “The Nine Phoenixes always say bad things in front of her, and I, too, little girl, the wise man should know how to get away with it, and you should understand what deception means. ”

“I understand. ”

“That's good,” the Sadr Witch said coldly, "but I must remind you, have you seen the sword in my hand —— the symbol of this kingdom, and just like it, you have to understand this, it's not just your life and death that holds me, it's the future of this country, I don't think you want to see too many people die for you? ”

Antitina's face was a little pale.

But she nodded.

The Sadr Witch nodded, and he reversed the blade, pushing it forward, and the Lion's Heart sword swung toward Antitina. Then he pointed at the sword that was hanging in the air and said to her:

“Now, pick it up. ”

Now, pick it up.

It's an easy choice.

But Antina stood still for a long time, looking at the sword.

It was like a distant dream, and the sword differed slightly from the description of her father in her memory; but only the crest on the sword still spoke of its past history, as if the light had left a mark on it.

Few people know the secret about this sword.

Except for the descendants of Jun Ek, the voice echoed in her mind:

“Annie, when Eru needs us to stand up, I want you to be brave. ”

“I will, Father. ”

The clerk lady took a gentle breath and looked up at the Saddle Witch not far away.

The brightest glow shines in the eyes.

“Wait, stop. ”

When Makaro saw those strong, ideal-filled eyes, he finally realized that it was bad, even when the Sadr Witch was watching him, he couldn't help but shout.

Too bad it's too late.

Antitina's hand gently held the handle of the sword.

“Goodbye, Brando. ”

……