The Amber Sword

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Looking through the window, silver lightning occasionally streaked above the dark black sea, lighting up the skies like bright embers. Brendel stood quietly by the bed in which Princess Magadal was laid. She was like a sleeping beauty from the fables who fell into a deep sleep.

After a moment, Orthylss’s words rang in his heart, “Brendel, you are right. This girl isn’t human–”

“She’s not even a living being,” Brendel said calmly.

“So you’ve guessed it already.” Orthylss was slightly surprised.

In the Scriptures of Creation by the Kirrlutz, the Poem of Cang said: ‘Life was born from water and it nurtured on earth, it was protected by the wind and was given wisdom by the flame. It was also written that in the beginning, kindness roamed upon the surface of the waters, and it gave spirit to the tiny living creatures that floated on the surface of the water, and that was how life started. There was light and darkness, positive and negative, so the gods decided that at the end of life, the dead would gather and be ruled by a deity. But beyond the world of the living and dead, there was a third dimension, in which rocks, metals, and every other soulless being existed.

(Note: The God of Death, Ruler of the Eternal Realm, The Lord of the Shadow under the Light goes by the name Kou Si)

“I never thought you knew the Poem of Cang so well, there are very few people left in this era who would actually read the ancient scriptures, and even I have only briefly studied it before. During the War of the Holy Saints, all these scriptures and prophecies were like the bright hopes out of the darkness.” She said. Brendel sensed Orthylss looking outside the window, so he turned to look as well-

“No, the princess was not literally a puppet, that is just a metaphor.” Brendel shook his head and explained, “In simple terms, Princess Magadal’s body and soul are not the same as ours. She has no blood circulation and she is not a carbon-based organism, but rather a constructed being. But she, like us, has her own soul too.”

“What is blood circulation? And what are carbon-based organisms?” Are these wizardry terms?” Amandina asked.

“Cough cough,” Brendel immediately realized that he made a mistake. His knowledge of the world was vastly different to these people’s. Therefore it was extremely difficult to explain this problem to them, so he replied, “These are just jargon, you just roughly listen to it. In short, it’s just like…”

“Just like the Rune Dwarves right? Brendel, you said that before that Uncle Odum was a puppet too in the past right?” Romaine could not help herself asking this question. This girl’s thought process was really abnormal.

“No,” Brendel replied. “That was a million years ago, if anyone was a puppet, it would have been his ancestors from a million years ago.

“Oh.”

“But…… Princess Gryphine never knew about this. Could it be that Princess Magadal was lying to her all this time?” Although Freya had only spent a short time with the future regent princess, she has started to care for her.

Brendel’s heart skipped a beat. He immediately gave her a look and shook his head, saying, “No, I believe Princess Magadal was not aware of this herself.”

“She herself, did not know it either?” Freya was stunned. She wanted to continue asking, but when she saw Brendel’s serious expression, she refrained.

She pondered on this for a moment, and asked, “So how can we revive her?”

“As a matter of fact, Princess Magadal is not even dead. But regarding the process of waking her up, I will need to research it. But we still have more important matters to attend to now.”

Brendel looked outside the window.

No light before dawn could be seen between the lines of the pitch-black sky and the sea. But time was running up, the most important day in Ampere Seale’s history crept closer.

Even in such circumstances, Brendel was still unsure about his decisions.
What exactly made Marquis Yoakam and his fellow mates do such an evil thing? Murdering a princess, a high priestess of the Holy Cathedral? What exactly was it that Princess Magadal saw?

The history known only to him fogged up, as if a vortex was churning up the future in front of this life.