The Amber Sword

Hundreds of knights stood silently under the torrential downpour. The rain stirring a thin layer of mist that enshrouded their once jet-black shields. One by one, their metal spears were placed forwards, forming a man-made steel fortress.

Sir Malocher, captain of the Seventh Swordsman Brigade of Ampere Seale’s coast guards, was to this moment still not relieved; he tried his utter best to not think of all the pale faces under those steel helmets along with their incredibly crooked formation. No matter what happened, they had to be readily armed within the expected time frame.

He then turned back, bowing down to the young man behind him, “General, it’s done.”

Owen had been staring at the harbor’s gloomy sky. The Black Blade Squad and the Holy Cathedral’s air force were at a disadvantage. Their opponents were too strong. The southern army always had the strongest Dragon Cavalry in Aouine. But it was also because of that power that they got abandoned by the Kingdom.

At the skies right now, there were two armies from the same Kingdom battling one another. Will such a thing happen again in the future? It would’ve been better to face other opponents, like the Kirrlutz, or the Madara. Those battles would be more glorifying, wouldn’t they?

He looked back. Did we just spend 30 minutes to form the defense line? Owen could not help shaking his head. such a line of defense would be useless in front of the White Lion Legion, like a thin sheet of paper, easily blown by the wind.

But this is, after all, the wealthiest part of the Kingdom, where the soldiers were free from fighting the Kirrlutz, and didn’t have to join the deadly battle with the Madara. They wouldn’t even to fight any barbarians or bandits. They should be able to manage themselves. Owen thought.

Owen was perfectly aware that this was the Kingdom’s second rated army and he nodded expressionlessly, “Okay.”

As for Brendel…

They never knew such a person existed until yesterday. They might have followed Makarov or Oberwei or any other bigshot in the Royal Faction, but not Brendel. He was barely past twenty years old, and looked like a spoiled brat. Just what qualifications did he have to command them?

Maybe if I displayed my abilities… Forget it, my strength has nothing to do with my commanding skills.

Proud and inexperienced as they were, they complied and waited for his commands.

Freya suddenly felt butterflies in her stomach; Berrett barely glanced at Brendel, while Mok was just staring at him coldly as most other people.

Brendel swung his horse forward and turned back stating, “The obstacles blocking Her Majesty in front are merely chickens. Your mission right now is to teach them an unforgettable lesson”

“But we don’t have much time, so you have to end your class quickly!

End the class quick?

Everyone was stunned at first, and later burst into an uproar. The knights from the Royal Cavalry Academy froze for a while before they understood what Brendel meant. This brat wanted to school them! How arrogant! Before he mentions just how he would do it, does he have an army that’s capable of doing that beforehand? they thought.

Brendel successfully piqued the knight’s curiosity, they all looked at Brendel with amusement, as if they couldn’t imagine how a narrow-minded knight like him could teach their enemies a lesson.

But Brendel never talked rubbish.

He turned back, unsheathing his sword and shouted, “Whoever wants to lead beside me, step forward !”

Silence…

Freya was the first to step forward. She gripped her sword so tightly her knuckles were turning white. In that instant, she imagined herself back in Fortress Riedon, in a similar situation, fighting alongside the same person. Only he can create such a miracle.

Two people.

Bennett hesitated before stepping forward, “Brendel, what the hell are you doing!” he whispered.

Brendel took a glance at him without answering.

Suddenly, the sound of a horse’s neigh arrived from the skies, and white particles coagulated together to form a bright light. Inside the light, Medissa could be seen walking alongside her steed towards Brendel.

Scarlet also came forward. She was holding a halberd, and though it was not the Elemental Power infused weapon she used the last time, her aura was still intimidating. Princess Gryphine and Oberwei just stared at each other in awe.

Ciel smiled. He patted his horse’s saddle lightly and the war house understood what he meant, slowly moving to Brendel’s side.

After that, Morpheus and Andrea followed suit. Andrea looking different than usual. Donning a long war cloak, she wasn’t with her normal dual blades, but instead was wielding a spear.

The two stood side by side.

Soon the Mercenaries of Lopez appeared, and the crowd burst into an uproar. Their reputation did not exist only in Brendel’s memories, but across the cities as well. With their special looking equipment, they caught everyone’s attention in an instant.

“This is impossible!”

“He summoned the Mercenaries of Lopez!”

“These mercenaries would never leave the Farnezain. Just how did he call them here?”

One Elemental Awakener, five Gold Rankers and multiple Silver Rankers. Although their numbers did not exceed thirty, everyone took a deep breath when all these people gathered by Brendel’s side.

This was already an army.

Even the princess was shocked.

“Although I heard about it before, never did I expect his subordinates to be that powerful,” the princess sighed in a low voice.

“Surprisingly though, he’s on your side,” Oberwei answered.

“It should be his ‘knight’s dignity’,” the princess sighed. “But do I and the House Covardo deserve this?”

Oberwei didn’t answer.

“It’s a Silver Elf!”

People were shocked. Medissa’s grey eyes, snow-white skin, and most importantly her striking armor resembled the ones the Silver Elves used to wear in the legends.

“The Silver Elves are back?”

“Am I blind?” everyone was stunned.

After the prophecy was announced, the Silver Elves promised to never appear until the day the four Holy Cathedrals fulfill their sacred pact with the Gods once more. On that day, they shall only appear to fight alongside the Black Dwarfs.

Although the Holy War was imminent, the time in which the four Holy Cathedrals fulfilled the pact still seemed far away.

Only Oberwei could tell Medissa’s difference, “She’s an Elite Elf.”

The princess simply nodded.

Brendel’s men gathered beside him.

No one dared to laugh anymore. Brendel’s strength was enough for him to take on the Dukes… was what everyone thought at that moment.

He raised Hairan Gaia, and the blade trembled slightly as it cut the rain.

“Listen carefully,”

“I don’t want anyone to be left behind,”

“Otherwise, I’m afraid you will have to go to heaven…”

As Brendel lowered his sword, the sound of horses galloping deafened the air.