The Amber Sword

Chapter 220 – The sword that resists fate (1)

Murderous cries flooded the environment.

The black stream of arrows shot across the sky and covered the sun with countless undead marching over the scarlet earth. The noises that were transmitted behind Freya’s back could not be discerned clearly. Was it despair, pain, or furious roars?

The young girl wanted to look behind her, but she could not move at all.

An undead knight covered with burning white flames sitting on a skeletal horse rode up to her, and it stared down at her from above the mount with its flaming eyes. This was a dream that she had to experience every night.

But the dream was so realistic to her that she could not utter a sound because of her tension. She merely stared back with wide opened eyes.

“You should not have wakened up. The fate for Valhalla’s descendant is too heavy,” The knight spoke in a hoarse tone, “do not sacrifice yourself for an unrealistic belief.”

The knight raised his longsword: “Back off, or there would not be any road left for you to retreat!” The voice was like a strict warning, and it thrust its hand forward, plunging the cold blade into her heart.

“…… Y-you, what nonsense are you talking about?” Freya blushed immediately. These girls from nobility were much bolder when it came to affairs between a man and a woman. Even though everyone stopped at an appropriate point, the young girl who came from Bucce still felt that it was difficult to join in these conversations.

But she was still interested in that topic she heard earlier, and she could not help but ask: “Tisha, do you know who the man that those two were talking about?”

The girl Freya was talking to was a roommate. Tisha was a girl from a small noble family, and she was chosen to be invited to the academy because of her talent in magic.

“The platform above us? These people are bigwigs who have a social barrier since they are from a true noble lineage. It’s like the difference between a commoner and nobility, and we can’t even go up to them to speak without permission. It’s extremely impolite.”

She suddenly recalled Freya’s background and stopped herself: “Ah, my apologies, Freya, you know I did not mean anything bad. Anyways, we should stop talking about the contents of what they said. You are considered half a noble when you graduate from this place.”

Freya smiled at the girl’s answer, but her heart was in complete chaos. She did not know what Brendel’s situation was, and even high-ranking personnel who controlled the kingdom’s fate did not think that he would succeed. Did it not mean that the situation in Firburh was extremely serious?

She was still a native from Aouine, and the fear towards authority was not something that she could change easily, or she would have wanted to grow a pair of wings and fly to that youth to overcome this situation, or at least die together with him—

She did not know what she was thinking anymore. The memories of Brendel and her played back segment by segment, though they were not entirely made up of good memories.

[During that event of the Golden Demonic Tree, I went to search for him and Romaine with good intentions, and yet h-h-he intimidated me and even made fun of me and Romaine after that.]

Freya’s face turned red upon remembering this detail, but she did not know why she felt like she was eating a small piece of candy in her mind. Though that sweetness quickly turned into fear and gloominess, even making her unable to hear the voice that was calling out to her from the tournament grounds.

“It’s your turn, Freya!” Tisha was no longer able to continue watching Freya: “What’s wrong, do you feel uncomfortable somewhere?”

“N-no……” Freya now recalled that she was here to participate in the tournament. She picked up her lance in a slight fluster, only to meet with a pair of rolling eyes.

“The event right now is a swordsmanship competition……” Came a displeased tone from Tisha.

“AH!” Freya wanted to find a hole to bury her herself in.

“Never mind, but don’t force yourself.” Tisha sighed and looked a little worriedly at Freya with a sigh: “Remember to get a good result. If I didn’t know you well enough, even I would think that you’re obsessed with a boy……”

Freya was already walking out to the stage, until she heard Tisha’s words and nearly slipped onto the ground. She would never admit that she was thinking about Brendel earlier.

[But for me to get a good result…… How can that be easy? Be it jousting or riding skills, I’m practically unqualified to participate in these events. Even though I’m a little better in swordsmanship, but I’m going up against all the talented youths all over Aouine. It’s not sufficient……]