The Amber Sword

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Maynild’s Journey(3)

The White Lion’s battle flag once again began to move slowly on the battlefield.

It was Maynild who took the lead in the front. The female knight held the battle flag in one hand and a longsword in the other. She was like the striker of the entire White Lion Legion. Imps often fought her for no more than a single clash before she threw them off the fort wall with her sword.

It was Freya’s first time witnessing such actual vicious swordplay, and she could not help but be surprised as it was similar to Brendel’s. It was as if Maynild herself was the embodiment of the White Lion at that moment, tearing apart her enemies with sharp teeth and claws, leading everyone forward.

Behind her were the soldiers of the White Lion Legion. The students of the Royal Cavalry Academy maximized their greatest potential at this moment, and the assault finally turned in their favor. They stormed and attacked their way up the fort wall, their forces unresisting.

“Minotaurs!”

It was a desperate shout.

“Senior…….”

“Take this battle flag. You’re the commander now.”

“How can I……”

Have we failed?

Freya looked at the face that looked a little stern because of the cold expression Maynild had. However, she had always felt Maynild cared for her like one of her own family members, or rather like a sister; she did not have a sister, nor a brother, so she especially cherished the feeling.

Maynild faintly smiled at her, a most unpleasant-looking smile.

“Go on, Freya.”

“What about you?”

“I can’t die yet…” Maynild flashed a smile that looked uglier than a sobbing face. “Go, that’s an order, you fool. I trust you…”

Why do you believe in me? Freya did not understand. Why did Maynild or Brendel trust me unconditionally? She obviously knew nothing and had a hard time learning things. She was clumsy like an ugly duckling compared to the others.

Everyone was down. Her senior, Carlo, Enrique, and Mok… Only Bennett and Carglise were still putting up a last stand. She looked back at the battle happening around the village of Medao, and with the loss of command, defeat seemed imminent.

What else could she do?

Maynild seemed to realize the young girl’s confusion. She smiled at her slightly and mouthed something to her. Freya did not understand what it meant, but Scarlet the mercenary did.

“Because you’re the War Goddess, silly child.”

“Because that’s my request to you, Freya, okay?” Maynild asked weakly.

That made the girl from Bucce clench her fists at once. Across the battlefield, the soldiers of the White Lion Legion had begun to retreat.

But Freya turned back. “Scarlet.”

The girl who often wore a ponytail looked at her questioningly.

“Can you help me?”

Scarlet did not answer. She knew Brendel trusted the young girl. Since she had followed Brendel for the longest time, Brendel did not shy away from sharing about the people and things around him with her. The young lady was content with this life, even though she only listened quietly.

Then she nodded.

“Thank you.” Freya took the battle flag of the White Lion Legion and took a deep breath. Although the tension still hadn’t left her body, she took one last look at Maynild.

She propped the female knight against the wall and replied solemnly, “Senior, I will let this battle flag shine on the battlefield, as long as I am still alive.”

Aouine would not perish. Marquis Balta’s death was like the final death knell of Fort Bunuo. It was as if the entire battlefield collapsed at that moment, but in every one of the fort’s nooks and crannies, the knights of the White Lion Legion were still defending till the bitter end.

“Owen, do you remember the book called Vine Summer?”

The young officer of the White Lion Legion – who wore silvery-grey armor – stood in the heavy rain as if he had not recovered from his defeat. Marquis Balta was dead, and the White Lion Legion seemed to have truly come to an end in a series of defeats.

Countless Devils lunged at the wall. They brought with them an air of despair.

“We have failed, Sherlock. Let’s not talk about that book of yours.”

“Yes, that’s what I think too, Owen, so, order the soldiers to open the south gate of the fort. How about we retreat from there?”

Owen whipped his head back and glared at his companion with bloodshot eyes. “You’re insane!” he shouted through gritted teeth. “We absolutely cannot retreat, our teammates are still ahead of us!”

Sherlock laughed.

“Then remember to buy that book for me, the one with the gold edges on the cover. The collector’s edition published in the year of the stringed moon, you know. ”

“What are you talking about?”

“Go pick up the flag, Owen.”