The Amber Sword

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Requiem(19)

There was no more time to argue. In the end, the two groups were quickly decided. Brendel knew that he was unable to convince the princess anymore. He could only cast one last glance into the rain, before pulling on his cloak.

The princess took the lance from the knight by the side. With a back-handed grip, she cut a piece from her cloak with her sword and tied it to the tip. The patterns of the crescent moon and the lily fluttered high in the storm.

The knights gazed at the banner that represented Aouine. It was already drenched in rain.

The thin formation began to move forward.

They had indeed attracted the devil army. Like a rolling wave, the Hellhounds galloped in a line and devoured everything in their path as they faced off against the army of less than thirty men in the middle of the battlefield.

Thie gave Brendel valuable time to take a breather. The line formation held up Buni’s Concealment Cloak and grazed the edge of the battlefield, slowly inching their way toward the last remaining Door of Flame.

He raised his head and watched as space by the portal trembled. Then, a huge, golden-red door of light suddenly opened without warning beside Amandina. Before anyone had time to react, a huge, three-headed monster that seemed to be stacked with reddish, thick flesh had squeezed through the door.

That unique figure could only make Brendel think of one name – Mesika, King of Chaos.

Brendel’s heart constricted in that instant.

“Watch out! Amandina!!” he shouted with all the strength he could muster.

But, it was too late. Amandina didn’t even realize that disaster had come, and she even looked back in surprise when she heard Brendel calling for her. However, the next moment, the Devil King’s claws were already digging right through her body.

With a sharp sound, blood-red claws pierced through Amandina like three swords. Her entire body twisted and arched from the pain.

Amandina opened her mouth wide. It seemed that even at the last moment, she had been surprised, but blood immediately poured out of her mouth and nose. The noblewoman’s daughter still ended up reaching out to Brendel.

“Bren… Bre… Brendel…”

Her mouth opened and closed repeatedly, but at last, her head fell limp.

“No-” Brendel could hardly believe what he was seeing before his eyes. Although he still held some delusional thoughts, hoping that it was all just an illusion, a delusion was still just a delusion.

His heart couldn’t stop sinking.

As an ordinary human, was there any chance of Amandina surviving a blow from the Devil King of the Extreme Realm, Mesika? Any sane and normal person would give a rational answer without hesitation of course.

But that answer was unacceptable to Brendel.

Amandina is dead?

Brendel saw the King of Chaos shake his claws and fling Amandina away. Her limp body hit the grass head-on, her face looking as if she had lost all trace of life. At that moment, his mind was just blank as he stood with the Halran Gaia in his hand in the pouring rain, but for a moment, it felt like the whole world had gone dark.

The noblewoman who stood by me in silence, who was willing to stand with me against the entire kingdom, is dead?

Brendel’s mind wasn’t sure what thoughts were running through it at the moment.

And that was when Mesika, the King of Chaos, finally noticed the young man at its feet. Its three huge heads looked back at the portal and then at Brendel, and it instantly guessed the intentions of these humans. Its faces couldn’t help but show a hint of hideous anger.

“Vermin scum, what have you done?!” Mesika’s voice sounded like it was coming from an abyss. It raised its claws and immediately swung down at Brendel.

“Brendel, come to your senses, you bastard! Do you want to die here?! You still have the Cards of Fates! Miss Amandina is not dead!” Sanorso was about to go crazy.

However, only the last sentence sent a bolt of lightning cutting through the darkness in Brendel’s head. He responded with a jolt. Yes, he still had Cards, and as long as he had the Fate card, there was at least a chance of saving Miss Amandina’s life.

It was but a slim chance in a desperate situation.

But he would never give up as long as he had a chance.

Brendel came back to his senses at once, but when he looked up, a shadow had completely enveloped him.