The Amber Sword

Brendel did not reveal his second and third plan. Those words were not meant to be spoken in front of the Royal Faction. He knew from the start that the fates of the Royal Faction and Princess Gryphine were different. As he turned to leave, he felt that the entire country was shaking, its foundations destroyed by the greedy and deluded nobles. Even though the Royal Faction was composed of the brightest talents, the minds of Makarov, Fleetwood and Oberwei were restricted by their traditional mindset. In other words, they were afraid of change.

The situation was similar to the original history, only by compromising was victory possible. The Royal Faction had a good chance of turning the tables. However, this was not exactly good news for the princess. Brendel had seen her true desire, which unfortunately was one that could not be granted by the nobles of Aouine.

In Brendel’s eyes, the only way was to raze everything to the ground, only then can new life prosper. If those nobles won’t do it, then I will.

Brendel knew that there was no need to repeat his words, and he felt that these people were not worth saving. Freya and him then arrived at Rokshbe Hall.

“Sue!” Freya cried out with glee.

A young lady with almond skin and braided hair stood outside the palace, wearing expensive-looking clothing and a smile on her face. “Miss Freya, you’ve grown taller,” she replied warmly.

“Sue, I need you to deliver this letter to the Naga tribe.” Brendel took out a letter and handed it to Sue. He knew that he could rely on Sue to complete the task successfully.

“Naga?” Freya turned around, her expression one of shock. “ Brendel, I heard that the Naga tribes are pirates that roam the Shining Sea. So you are acquainted with them as well?”

That whole assassination ploy was set up by you guys, stop acting innocent! Brendel thought.

At that moment, the final three members arrived.

Brendel first recognized the consul of Ampere Seale, but he wasn’t surprised. It was expected that he would be present considering his job. What Brendel was more interested in was the Holy Cathedral’s chosen representative. First came the bishop who was presiding over the meeting. This person was of no importance, but the person who came after, the representative for the Holy Cathedral of Fire, made Brendel’s eyes go wide.

He’s finally here.

Brendel’s heart was thumping in his chest. The figure that walked through the door was the head of Anderla Cathedral and the Archbishop of Ampere Seale. But it was not Wood who walked through the door. Instead, Brendel saw a pair of sunken eyes and a hooked nose on a cold expressionless face. He was Archbishop Moros, representing the Holy Cathedral, and the man who would succeed Archbishop Wood in two months time.

How can this be?! How could Moros have reached Ampere Seale so quickly? Brendel had a sudden realization. He now understood why the Holy Cathedral had changed their stance. Since Moros was already part of Anderla Cathedral, it meant that Kirrlutz was ready to interfere with Aouine’s politics.

Wood must have run into some trouble. Brendel’s first thought was of Wood, but he knew that it wasn’t the time to be worrying about other people. The problem now was why did Moros appear so early? In the original history the Meeting of Ampere Seale was presided by Archbishop Wood.

Brendel could not comprehend what was happening. Why are things so different from before? What is causing this to happen?