The Amber Sword

Chapter 125 – Galbu

Veronica was unable to think of a reason and shook her head before she answered in an icy tone: “This is a private feud between Kirrlutz and Aouine. I request that the Druids not interfere with this matter.”

The temperature seemed to drop with the female commander’s reply.

“A private feud?” Andellu shook his head with furrowed brows: “Regardless of any feuds or whatever reasons that you have, we will not allow any of you to lay a hand on him in this city.”

There was a slight pause. The people from Kirrlutz was looking at him in disbelief.

“On account of the friendship from the King of Fire, Gatel, we would not pursue the earlier events. However, if the Kirrlutz Empire is arrogant enough to cause trouble in this city, then don’t blame us for being impolite.”

“Our arrogance?” Veronica scoffed: “And how do you intend to be impolite if we insist on being arrogant?”

Even if the three Elders in the city fought against her at the same time, they might not be a match.

Brendel stared at that girl’s back in disgust while he released the Holy Swords. His entire party was nearly killed because of an insane female aristocrat who was just as bad as Graudin.

He heard Amandina and Scarlett approached him.

“My lord, it seems that we have offended the Kirrlutz Empire,” Amandina said weakly with a sigh.

“It’s all worth it,” Brendel took out the Rock Key with his left hand and studied it.

“Worth it? My lord, do you not know who that woman is?”

“Veronica,” he nodded, “I recognize her.”

“And yet you still dared to fight with her!” Amandina raised her voice with great exasperation, even becoming a little angry: “My lord, when will you stop doing things that make people worry?”

Brendel was a little stunned and he looked back to find Amandina’s worried expression.

“…… I was utterly terrified.” She stared at him for a long time before she spoke again, and closed her eyes to heave a sigh.

“I’m sorry.” Brendel felt his body become warm and he answered sincerely.

“Please stop saying sorry all the time after doing something like this every time,” Amandina said with a huff.

“I apologize?” He said with a laugh.

He was also relieved when the people from Kirrlutz left. If that Faena girl forcefully stayed behind and started a bidding war over the item, given how rich Kirrlutz was, he might not be able to succeed in getting it.

The Rock Key might be important to him, but paying an excessive amount of wealth was undesirable. He was still not rich and Trentheim was still a poor place.

With the lack of a competitor, Brendel finally purchased it with two Fire Agate crystals. The centaur thought that he profited greatly on this transaction, and he even thought that the Kirrlutz people brought him luck, otherwise the young lord in front of him would not pay so much.

Brendel believed that he also made a great deal, if he discounted the fact that he offended the Kirrlutz Empire.

It was a happy ending for everyone in the market too; they got to see a fantastic duel. The only exception was the people from Kirrlutz, of course.

============ ??? POV ==============

No one noticed the two pairs of eyes that had observed the events in the market from a short distance away.

The two pair of silver eyes that were filled with age and wisdom.

The Silver Bar was located between two trees called Odela and Dasarla. They were Tree Elven words for ‘Aged one’ and ‘Evergreen’. Tree branches that formed something like a bird’s nest were beneath the bar. Even though the outer appearance was strange, the interior design made people feel warm and fuzzy.

The bar was in the shape of a circle and the ground was paved with sturdy wooden planks. Green vines hung loosely from the ceiling. The bar was also suspended in mid-air, just like the ‘Centaurs Hoof Market’.

While the centaurs built their market in a wild and unbridled manner because of their fiery character, the owner of this bar was a Tree Elf, and thus they had the typical elegant Elven designs.

The seats near the western section of the bar had a large circular window which overlooked the market. The man sitting on the left was one of the twelve Archmagi from Galbu, the Silver Leader and also known as the Recorder of Ten Thousand Spells, returned his gaze back into the bar. He wore a long silver robe and his snowy beard nearly reached the ground.

“That little girl seems like she has the features of a Kirrlutz citizen,” he said.

“Veronica, commander of the Azure Skies.” The old man sitting opposite of him replied.

“I suppose that’s understandable. The Lionheart is their legacy. It’s no wonder they would send out their men out in such a hurry. But the descendants of Gatel are certainly getting worse with each generation.”

“What are your thoughts about the sword, William?”

“Mine? Erik was my good friend in the past. If his sword appears, I would naturally want to see the successor that he chose—”

“Rumors have it that the wizards from Galbu are cold and friendless. It looks like they are not true.” The other old man said with a laugh.

“I wish that is the case. Unfortunately, most of us have no desires other than time and knowledge. But no one can surpass the limits of their flesh, not even the races with the Silver Bloodline in them.”

“Hmm. What is the Madara’s undead up to recently?”

“The bunch of skeletons isn’t capable of stirring up any huge trouble, though their movements are a little strange recently.”

“Oh?”

“The Silver Candle Association’s monitoring on their borders seems to be interrupted by something. There’s some kind of change in that dark kingdom of theirs, and the Star Seers stated prophecies that an emerging power was rising from the east. I’m not sure if it’s about them.”

“You mean that a new kingdom is about to be born?”

“Perhaps it’s not just one. Though I must say if it’s someone who caught my eyes…… That young boy, isn’t he one of your Aouine citizens? He’s a little interesting.”

“Yes, he is, but I feel like I have seen from somewhere.”

“Oh?”

“I discovered there’s a magical seal on him, but it seems like he doesn’t even know about it. However, that magical seal has a mana signature that I’m somewhat familiar with.”

“Whose?”

“A particular girl who’s not obedient at all.” The old man’s face had a strange expression.