The Amber Sword

Chapter 50 – Earl

The huge brass bell was hung on the giant watchtower in the Pine Fortress, and when it was struck the sound transmitted throughout the city. The ringing sound was like a invisible wave that spread everywhere, and the slumbering streets were infused with energy, and everyone woke up.

There were many who went to the streets in surprise and asked what each other what happened.

Luc Beson who was waiting for news within Fortress Riedon’s soldier camp, heard the alarm clearly from the window. When he turned his head to look at the brightly lit city outside the window, his expression turned. He did not wait for the soldiers to come in with their report, and he pushed the door open and rushed outside, yelling:

“Are you all deaf? Get up right now! Gather up! Let the second and third company follow me to the Pine Fortress immediately. That fucking retard Esebar!”

Everyone looked at each other.

“Commander, the city gate?” Someone asked.

“Are you a moron? Other than that highland knight, who else is able to attack the Pine Fortress. That idiot Esebar hid the news of the prisoners’ escape, now he’s going to face the consequences,” After he vented his anger, his tone was less severe: “If anything happens to that person in that fortress, be prepared to face the king’s wrath. I don’t want to be the scapegoat in this matter if someone is after him, so all of you had better get the target! ”

[An Iron high-ranking swordsman. Fuck. He still ambushed me too. Have you no shame? If it’s not for the fact there’s fucking SOBs in the game that didn’t know the meaning of shame, I’m dead meat!]

Brendel felt the fear rushing at him when he got up, that was a close shave for him. He calculated the risk in his mind again, an opponent of this caliber was troublesome.

[15 OZ worth of strength. Even if I used power break I might not get the upper hand.]

But his opponent and the middle-aged man were also shocked. Their ambush which should have worked, failed completely. Even though Brendel was appearing to be in shabby condition, but everyone knew that the wounds on him did not really mean anything.

The middle-aged man furrowed his brows again, but spoke mockingly after a while: “I didn’t expect a maggot-looking commoner to have some capabilties, but this doesn’t change the ending.”

He picked up the Elven sword from the table and laughed coldly.

“You should have already noticed my guard’s abilities. You’re not his match. But it’s quite obvious, how could a dirty commoner like yourself own a treasure like this? How about a trade, cut off your disgusting hand that touched this sword, give me your two companions and I’ll let you live. I promise I’ll treat them well enough, at least comparable to dogs, hahahaha–”

He said as he laughed manically.

Brendel’s breath was released in a cold mist, a blazing fury growing in his eyes and his entire demeanor changed.

Even though he knew the earl was antagonizing him on purpose, he could not suppress the rage that was brewing within him. In this world, Romaine and Freya were the earliest people that he met, and everyone in the third militia squadron, had become precious to him.

And the other’s Brendel’s grandfather had become his biggest driving force in this world.

[How can I let you continue spew all these fucking nonsense!]

The fingers on his sword turned white from his grip.

The other two men looked delighted from Brendel’s expression, and the middle aged man gestured with his hands behind his back.

“Ulysses, corner him!” The middle-aged man commanded him.

The tall swordsman immediately pressed forward. His skill in the sword was considerable, and there were no openings in his attacks. He smirked as he saw Brendel’s body leaning forward and adopting the most aggressive stance in the military swordsmanship, and his eyes were on the middle-aged man.

It was a mistake for Brendel to be so impulsive.

Ulysses moved even closer, waiting for a chance to get a clean kill. He could almost see the opening in Brendel’s side.

“Ulysses!” The middle-aged man suddenly shouted and Ulysses suddenly spotted an opening in Brendel’s flank as his attention was taken away.

The grin in Ulysses had not appeared fully, and Brendel’s silver ring on his thumb was in front of him—

“Oss!”

There was no chance to evade. Tendrils of air converged onto one point and formed spiraling lances, directly striking his face, chest and abdomen, and they were bent in a bizarre way. The immense wind pressure smashed him into the ceiling and there was a loud explosive sound. The candle flames were all extinguished and the room immediately dimmed. Gravel and concrete bits fell down, along with body parts and blood.

Before the middle-aged man was able to respond from this sudden change, a sword was placed at his neck

“Speak, how exactly do you want to die.” Brendel asked coldly.

“…… You dare to kill me?” The middle-aged man pushed down his fear and said.

“Why would I not dare to do so?”

“I’m Earl Dunn, one of the important minister serving the king directly. Do you intend to be enemies with the entire Aouine?” Dunn’s eyes were like a poisonous snake as he glared at Brendel. “Not only you, your companions will be subject to the same crime.”

Brendel paused for a while and fell into deep silence.

Dunn continued to speak.

“I can release you and your companions, but for the sake of my reputation, you must leave your Elven sword behind.” Even though Dunn promised him, his eyes were full of deep hatred.

Brendel finally let out a mirthful laugh. He looked condescendingly at Dunn as if he was a moron. “Your lordship, just what exactly did you think I was doing?”

Dunn paused.

“I was thinking, some living creatures are just hopelessly stupid, even when death comes knocking on their fucking door, they don’t even realize that.” Brendel shook his head: “Killing an important minister? Escaping from prison? Nobody would even care about these trifling things, because history will be written like this—”

“In the year of the bustling flowers and summer leaves, the sixth month on the second morning, Madara’s army conquered Fortress Riedon. Earl Dunn, the Golden Apple Lord and the captain of the White-Mane army, Luc Beson unfortunately perished in the lines of battle for the kingdom.”

“I, am nothing more than a guest here.”

Dunn’s eyes went wide as he looked at Brendel as if he saw a ghost.

“Do you think I’m lying to you? I don’t have the mood to joke with you. Since you’re unwilling to cooperate, then it’s time to lend me your head.” Brendel finished speaking and lopped Dunn’s head off.