The Amber Sword

Brendel looked up, and gave a  charming smile. Even the harshest Bishop would not even see any problems with that ‘noble’s smile’. It seemed to be the most accurate depiction of how a noble should act.

This was his response to Devard’s fury. He was not scared that Devard or even Arreck would trouble him here. He beat the person formally, and there were at least three witnesses who saw his victory, including Marquis Yoakam. It was already very kind of him to spare the swordsman’s life.

And the people who were here were obviously not fools. The crowd instantly reacted, “It’s him! He’s the one who chopped off Devard’s arm!”

“That young? How can that be?”

“Dear Marsha! I had heard some time ago that Devard is an Elemental Awakener, but this young boy actually defeated him!?”

“That’s impossible, wouldn’t it? He’s barely twenty…”

The people started to discuss, and the winds of rumors seem to spread amongst the masses. Arreck raised his eyebrows, and leaked an air of displeasure. On the other hand, Duke Seifer was smiling mockingly.

“You awake?” Maynild looked back. There was something about her that gave Freya some sort of warmth.

“Ahh…” Freya jerked. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t worry,” Maynild replied. “Being too worried would lead to tiredness. You’ll soon get used to it.”

“Well, even if you say that…” Freya gave a sad look and raised her eyebrows. With one hand, she tied up her hair into a bun, and then inspected her swords, “I’ll take note, senior.”

Maynild nodded and looked over at the inside of the building.

“What’s going on?” Freya asked.

“It’s that Count from last night.”

“They came?” Freya looked at that direction curiously and widened her eyes.

“Ahh! Bren- Bren- Bren?!” She was mouthing his name and could not believe her eyes. She had countlessly dreamed of the face and even at that moment when she was looking at him, she was thinking that she was still stuck in her dreams.

Maynild found the situation unusual, and slanted her head to ask, “You recognize them?”

“Ahh… No…” Freya was unsure about what to say. That’s too much! Everywhere he goes, he would cause trouble for me… Back in Bucce… or even during Fortress Riedon… and then now! How can I answer Sister Maynild? Should I tell her his real identity? But he does look like the person back in Count Yanbao’s manor back then… Don’t’ tell me!

But before she could come to her answer, Maynild had caught onto something.

“You can recognize those people? They’re not from the Yanbao family?”

“Ah!” Freya looked at Maynild. I didn’t even say anything.

The knight captain ignored her as she got her answer and pressed on her sword. She bent down and notified the others, “There’s some trouble with those people. Protect the princess.”

Ah! Wait! Freya was now in a state of panic.

Why did things come down to this?