The Amber Sword

Chapter 20 – The knight of the past (1)

TL: If you want music to go along?

“Young man, your road ends here.”

The single sword in Ebdon’s hand is an ordinary magic sword named ‘The White Fang’, but it was the proof of this knight’s entire fame and honor.

Its left hand supported his right wrist, and when it finished speaking, the thin blade ignited, and a white layer of flame sprang from the sword.

[Ebdon’s famous sword’s skill, ‘White Blaze’.]

Compared to him, Ebdon was the true imperial swordsman. The former Ebdon was a knight at the age of seventeen, and when he was forty he was considered a master fighter. He spent his entire life fighting for Aouine and was considered a hero, but the ‘White Rider’ Ebdon was the name that spread throughout the continent.

In his era, Ebdon was one of four Madara’s Apocalypse Knights, and the name of ‘White Rider’ was attached to the ‘Conqueror’ Ebdon. This name alone terrified children and adults alike. (TL: Yes, that’s from the four horsemen of the apocalypse and the first time it ever appeared in the series, oh gosh the pain of editing every single name that I tled wrongly…)

“A scion of the Royal Family?” Ebdon asked coldly from the horse.

Brendel was surprised for a moment.

[Did Ebdon have anything to do with the Corvado empire? But I didn’t hear anything like that in the game… Regardless of that I should deny it… What would happen if there’s some revenge element in this history. I heard some stories about a level 30 boss suddenly going to level 40s and instantly killed off that party attacking it. A legendary level 40 elite boss becoming level 50?!]

When he thought of that, he immediately shook his head forcefully.

But he did not expect Ebdon to point his sword at him and say coldly: “If that is the case, killing you would not go against my oath.”

Brendel nearly puked out blood when he heard that, and his mind was instantly filled with regret.

[God damn it, this bloody bird arse’s oath, shit, I should have impersonated a royal family member, what the blood hell, I just shot myself in the foot!]

On the other side, Ebdon had resumed into a battle stance with his horse again. Brendel felt really helpless at this point.

[If I combine Power Break with a Sword Arte to fight the enemy, I’m going to spend 9 points of stamina every time, that’s way over the limits. Ebdon is at least a level 30+ elite, with 200+ HP. He even split the wind bullet that’s capped at 30 damage, at best he had just received some minor abrasions and that’s about it. Sure, I can kill him if I managed to stab him two or three times with the Thorn of Light, but I can’t even touch him with my attack combination just now.]

He looked sideways at the mercenaries and could only hope that the mercenaries were able to support him.

But the mercenaries were engaging the undead skeletons at this moment. They had the upper hand because of his charge, but it looked like it was impossible for them to reach here for a while. He could only place his hope in the militia who was nearby to sweep up the remaining undead so they could be freed up.

———————— Freya POV ———————

Freya who was leading the militia into the fray frowned. She had caught glimpses of Brendel’s fights but had lost sight of him. With such a large amount of undead, she guessed that their commander was highly-ranked. She was no longer the naive village girl, and was different from the people who blindly believed in him. She was certain that Brendel was in a difficult battle, and she searched around the battlefield.

She found Ciel and Sue nearby.

“Sue, please help me out.”

“Huh?” That young girl was confused.

“Help me lead the miltia.”

“What?”

“I need to help Brendel,” Freya replied and called out to Ciel: “Ciel, come with me.”

“Miss Freya, I’m fine with that, but are you sure that you’re fine?” Ciel was taken aback. Brendel had instructed him to look after the injured Freya, but it was true that he was much more worried about his master.

Freya looked at him in the eye and nodded.