The Amber Sword

Chapter 84 – Freya’s letter

=============== Tirste’s POV ============

Time seemed to slow down.

The young viscount felt cold perspiration all over his body, and he had to use every bit of effort to squeeze out a question: “What…… exactly do you want?”

The Emerald Knight pointed at the bundle of cloth tightly wrapped around an object. His meaning was clear; ‘I want the sword’.

“You allowed that sword to be brought out! Why do you want it back now!” Tirste roared, panting greatly.

This was the first time he felt he was toyed with in his whole life, and felt that the humiliation he received was similar to a little girl being played with. He wanted the monster cut him down rather than to continue this game, yet when he glanced at the statues, he subconsciously shivered—

The Emerald Knight did not react to his anger, nor was any emotion shown because of the helmet covering his head. He pointed at the sword again, then at his chest.

“Brendel’s letter?” Freya blurted out, then blinked several times, before she cupped her lips with her hand when she realized her mistake.

Maynild’s lips twisted upwards slightly. It was the first time Freya ever saw her smile.

“So that lucky person is called Brendel, hmm—”

“L…… what do you mean by lucky……” Freya’s head was lowered again, feeling her ears burst into flames. Her voice was so small that she could hardly hear herself, but she received the letter carefully with both hands.

The sounds of horses could suddenly be heard as they traveled through the main entrance. It was rare for people to come into the academy during winter, and the two women turned their attention toward the unexpected visitors.

A white horse carriage parted through the light morning mist and slowly entered the academy. It passed by both of them and went deeper into the academy.

[That’s the direction of the princess’s residence. Not anyone can enter that place, and it’s tightly guarded by the royal knights—]

“Who would these people be……” Freya asked when she realized where the carriage was going.

Maynild’s eyes paid attention to the symbol; it was a shield with vivid purple gillyflowers on it.

“Someone from the Lantonrand’s family, probably another person who can be considered lucky,” she said after a moment, but her tone was a little unfriendly.

“Who?”

“Nothing,” Maynild shook her head, causing her black hair to shimmer against the light, “you should focus on yourself, Freya. But you’re improving very quickly so there’s no need to worry too much.”

“T-thanks.”

“…… Oh, and did that worthless man come to trouble you?”

Freya looked back puzzledly before realizing Maynild was talking about Sangany, the second son of an Earl from somewhere.

Sangany had gathered a group of men to go after Freya with malicious intentions, but somehow Maynild found out and personally went out to teach them a lesson. He was almost expelled because of this incident.

However, the matter was ultimately put aside without any punishment on his side. While Freya did not understand much about the nobles’ affairs, she knew there was political interference in regards to this matter. Still, she was grateful to Maynild because she was just a commoner.

“No, there isn’t any trouble from him,” Freya said.

[Is there something that I should be worried about?]

She did not know why Maynild suddenly talked about him.