The Amber Sword

v4c1
Awaken

A snowy war horse carrying a messenger was galloping through the rebuilt harbor of Ampere Seale, and it passed through the St. White Square where a war memorial was being built nearby. The vicinity of this war memorial caused quite a commotion.

A flock of white doves took flight in the square; workers by the scaffolding could not help but look back in awe, monks in robes stopped by the fountain to watch, and the ribbon embroidered with the crescent emblem on the messenger shone slightly under the sunlight.

The Royal Messenger.

This was the first time in half a month.

Something big had happened, and everyone’s mind was clouded with suspicion. But only those who knew the truth will understand what has happened.

That person has woken up.

The whole harbor had been in a state of chaos for half a month, but everything has finally come to a stop.

To be honest, reaching a reconciliation with the Holy Cathedral through this event was the best option. After all, the Holy Cathedral of Fire was a huge organization, and even if it was inevitable that they would have to clash with the Kirrlutz Empire someday in the future, Brendel hoped that the time was not now.

Yet by the looks of it, the Holy Cathedral would not give up.

He frowned, “So does this mean that the Holy Cathedral still wants to mediate between North and South?” The stubbornness of the Kirrlutz people was really unexpected. He thought that the opposition should have already learned their lesson.

“Then what would you do, little one? Banish all the nobles in the north, or do you plan to just kill them all?” Tulman looked at Brendel with eyes full of wisdom.

Tulman’s simple question suddenly awakened Brendel, and he realized that he might have thought of the problem too simply. True enough, he could not kill all the nobles nor expel them. No matter how bad their reputation was, he at least did not want that to cause the separation of Aouine.

He glowered.

Besides, he had to admit that there were many talented people among the nobles due to the differences in the education program. The chances of creating talent were much greater than among the common people. He could certainly find a way to let the common people obtain the right to good education as well, but this was not an overnight thing. The kingdom could not be unmanaged even for a single day.

Her Highness had actually started doing the same thing, but it will take at least a generation of people to see the result. And until then, he still required the nobles to help build the future of Aouine.

But the key to the problem was that most of the nobles only cared about their respective interests, and there were too few people like Count Audine.

“But we can’t just let them off the hook here. Besides, the cultists have already infiltrated among these nobles. The Holy Cathedral of Fire might be worried about this themselves, right?” Brendel pondered on this for a bit and decided to tackle this problem from the simple aspects first.

“But again, they have no reason to believe you,” Tulman slowly replied, “Besides, you must believe that people will not commit the same mistakes again and again. My old friend is also a shrewd man. You think that a man of his character will just blindly follow the orders of the Holy Cathedral?”

Brendel thought about it again. Wood, being a solid member of the Holy Cathedral did seem to be a blind believer. He hesitated for a while, then asked, “Even if he did want to stay and help Aouine out, what can he do? And what is his purpose?”

“Hey, you seem to know my old friend well,” Tulman raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Actually, the reason is simple. I can see that my friend has a good impression of you, otherwise, he would not have invited me here.”

“Archbishop Wood he…….” Brendel heard an unbelievable message in Tulman’s words. Wood actually made peace with him, and Brendel immediately figured that Wood must have realized some of the drawbacks of the Holy Cathedral of Fire from this disaster.

Could it be that this guy is trying to change the Holy Cathedral of Fire’s way of handling things?

He shook his head to dissolve this dreadful thought in his mind. “So, what’s he going to do about the nobles in the north?”

“I don’t know about this, but you’ll understand everything when you meet the man himself,” Tulman replied.

“Who?”

Brendel shivered.

He suddenly remembered that he had seemingly gone head-to-head with a Titan that day. At that time, his hitpoints decreased down to less than a few thousand – negative, of course. It could be said that even if there were ten priests surrounding him to heal him after he was unconscious, it might not even be enough to bring his hitpoints back to positive numbers.

Because after all, the Unyielding Talent that he had at that time would only last for half a minute at most.

And now he was alive and well, and he did not seem to be in any physical discomfort. Tulman asked him how he had survived, which, to be honest, was a mystery to himself as well.

He suddenly thought of a possibility.

“Thank you for saving me, Master Tulman.”

Tulman laughed out loud instead, saying, “It was not me who saved you, you have to thank this lady right here.”

“Huh?” Brendel was stunned, and he heard a discontented grunt instantly. “Hmph!” He turned around, and a pair of golden eyes stared at him.

There was a hint of discontent in the golden eyes.

It was like the color of crystal, with a bright flame burning within it. It looked like it was moving, yet filled with confidence and full of character. These clear, transparent eyes belonged to a young girl. The owner was short, and her long, curly hair hung down on both her shoulders.

She was still in the same leather armor outfit as last time, but with different colored eyes. The sword was nowhere to be seen, but instead, she was holding a book.

Brendel saw that the book was called – ‘Best Culinary Collections of Aouine’, written with the dragon language, and thankfully he could read it.

If an ordinary person were to see this, they would definitely think that it was a young girl full of energy and has a passion for cooking. But it would be a big mistake to think that way.

This was because the little girl staring viciously at Brando was actually a dragon.

And it was a very angry, very discontented little female dragon.

Flames were literally about to be spewed out from her mouth…..