The Amber Sword volume 2 - 154

Chapter 154:

Brendel had not seen or heard of his Elent power before as described in his Character Sheet.

[Causality Reversal, Ti Retrace or Space Distortion, these three Elent Powers might achieve the sa results. I know the description of the Casualty Reversal is ‘Sequence’, that alone proves that it could not be my Elent Power. Ti Retrace has to be related to the material I’m touching. My attacks need to first hit Kabias for it to work.]

The way of how an Elent Power worked at the Gold-ranked tier was entirely autonomous. It had to be an interaction between ‘self’ and ‘target’. Any Ti-Elent related power was surely incorrect.

[There are many definitions of Space. It could interact greatly with Ti Elent. Order and Stability can be used to describe Space Distortion, but Vectors, Movent, Physical, Mind and Displacent are also possible attributes. The only thing that’s missing is Frozen, and that has nothing to with Space Distortion. The lower ranked Elent Powers: Sure-strike, Refraction, Curved Route, Illusion, all of them are unable to lower the temperature or have anything to do with the description Stability.]

Brendel’s thoughts were interrupted as he felt soone approaching him. A scent of Aouine’s sumr mountain entered his nostrils, as though he had crossed a bridge toward verdant greenery. When he turned around, he found Scarlett taking out her personal longsword she hardly used and handing it over to him.

“Here.” She said.

“Thank you.”

Brendel dropped the sword he was holding and received her sword, and saw Kabias’s large body separating from the debris dropping loudly onto the broken rocks. The Skeleton Lord stood up and glared hatefully over to his direction, wary of his Elent power.

Its Elent power was Soul Energy strengthening its attack and defense. It was able to fend off Brendel’s Power Break even without resorting to Power Break, but the bizarre Elent power the youth possessed had nearly suppressed the Skeleton Lord all the ti.

The rcenaries had already proceeded to the inner city gates under dissa’s leadership, but it did not dare to react carelessly and had to wait for an opportunity where it stood.

Its bony fingers went across the dents and cuts on its ancient armor. It was certain of its victory earlier, but the mysterious youth’s attacks made it uncertain whether it was able to truly defend against him now.

The situation was not going to change but it had to at least stall him here.

“Do we defeat it here?” Scarlett readied her halberd and asked.

Brendel shook his head. He had an unknown Elent Power that he had never heard or seen before. The grasp on his Elent power was fleeting and distant, while Kabias’s true strength far surpassed him. The Skeleton Lord was able to withstand punishnt but he could not. Once he made a mistake with his Elent power, a counterstrike from Kabias was not sothing he could withstand.

He had readied himself for his own death, but he was holding on to countless lives in his position.

Death was easy, but that was an utterly unacceptable outco.

“His earlier attack was to force you out. I thought you were able to discern that.” Brendel said, referring to the initial mont where she intercepted Kabias’s battleaxe.

“Sorry—” Scarlett said subconsciously before she whipped her head to his direction: “You...... You know I was there?”

She was surprised. She had been following him alone from a distant place in the forest. She had experience in tracking and erasing her tracks, and he had never once turned his head back when he led Sifrid. She suddenly closed her mouth and looked suspiciously at Brendel.

Perhaps he was lying to her.

“When you went out of the village I already realized,” Brendel said: “The Control Key for the Blood of Gods.”

“Ah.”

She lowered her head. The young lord in front of her seed to like controlling every aspect of his plans and preferred to do everything his way. Even Romaine with her quirky charm got yelled at by him. The fact that she took impulsive action on her own even though he specifically warned her not to do so was sure to invite rebuke. But she was ready to accept responsibility, as she had gotten used to not being taken seriously by Makarov.

She suddenly took in a light breath. She had thought of another possibility: What if Brendel wanted to shift the bla to Sanford and the others?

The more the young girl thought, the more that possibility seed plausible. She looked at him with guarded eyes.

“What is it?” Brendel sensed an apparent distrust from her from the slight pause, as he stared at the motionless Kabias.

“My actions, my responsibility.” She said with furrowed brows.

“Responsibility?” Brendel parroted her.

[Co now. Let’s see if you can afford to wait longer than I do. I’m not in a rush.]

He was cavalier in his attitude with Scarlett’s conversation as he paid full attention to Kabias. However, this made her certain that he would cast his anger onto the Grey Wolves rcenaries. She began to fret as she did not expect her actions to cause trouble for the others.

“Any punishnt is fine!” She suddenly raised her voice.

Even though she was an orphan and a naive girl in the rcenaries, rumors of the nobles had already filled her ears.

Brendel was startled and looked at her, perplexed. Her face was red, and even the tips of her ears, as though she was squeezing every bit of her strength to speak up: “Any punishnt to is fine...... My lord, but please don’t cast your anger on them.”

“Hah?”

“Is it insufficient?” She said through gritted teeth.

“What?” Brendel was confused: “Them? Who are you talking about?”

“Sanford, and the others.”

“Cast my anger on them? Why?”

Her eyes went blank as she stared into Brendel’s eyes as if to check whether they hid any lies in them.

“Because—” She suddenly realized she made a blunder and shut her mouth.

Brendel’s expression turned inscrutable as he realized what she was thinking about, and he broke into an awkward smile: “I would find it strange if you didn’t follow .”

“Is that so?” Her voice was so soft that Brendel nearly failed to hear it. She turned her head away: “You say it like I’m so reckless fool......”

“Of course not,” Brendel shook his head solemnly: “I’m rely respecting your decision.”

“What about the others?”

“Everyone has their obligations and responsibilities. Anyone can have their willful monts, but that doesn’t an they would do it all the ti. I respect their decisions, but once they made their choice they would have to bear the consequences. A mont of impulse can govern soone’s fate, but there is a clear difference between ideals and naivety. One who is the forr will understand what price he is paying for, as well as whether he’s willing to pay that kind of price.”

He paused for a mont: “You are here because you did not choose to run away, right?”

She nodded and looked at the outline of the Firbugh’s manor which was lit up slightly in the darkness: “The truth is I would rather die than retreat before that scum—”

“Then our position is one and the sa, and we stand on the sa line. Why would I bla you?”

“Because I’m an outsider at the very end.”

He obviously wanted her to join him. A Gold-ranked fighter would be viewed importantly anywhere. It was good that she was starting to integrate into his group and beco more loyal. He had never intended on giving up on her, but the idea of having the Grey Wolves rcenaries as the reason why she had to follow him was not particularly a pleasant one.

The only reaction he could give was a smile at her reply, before his eyes went back to Kabias.

Kabias’s supposedly short spear was in contrast with its huge body. An average human wielding it would find it to be a suitable length. The Soul Flas continued to burn the Skeleton Lord’s eye sockets, even though it did not move even a little. He knew that it was going to make sure he stayed here at all costs.

He cast a glance at the surroundings. “Scarlett.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Would you kindly lend your aid to dissa? You can leave this place to .”

She quickly nodded and walked away with her halberd raised over her shoulders. She looked at Kabias, who was sowhat in the fog, before she took another two steps and stopped.

“You can just give the order to .” She said.

He raised his eyebrow and looked at her, but she had already run off into the streets and disappeared amidst the wafting smoke from the flas. He pleasantly smiled as he thrust his longsword onto the ground and folded his arms.

Kabias and Brendel glared at each other without moving.

=========== dissa’s POV =========

dissa had encountered a problem. The rcenaries had continued to push Graudin’s army into the inner gates with high morale and overall combat ability, but the last line of defense to the path leading to Graudin’s manor consisted of Graudin’s elite soldiers and an entire army of skeletons.

These undead skeletons had imposing figures to them, their white bones almost marble-like as they glead brightly under the moonlight. They were different from the usual skeletons, wearing flexible leather armor, wielding spears with a buckler, and a backup sword at their waist. They even had three to four Bone Javelins on their back.

They were now standing quietly at the backlines, but they had previously t the rcenaries in battle just a mont ago, causing extensive damage to them. They were Madara’s Elite Skeletons known as ‘Bonethorns’. They were Tarkus’s main infantry, a ‘higher existence’ amongst the low-tier shock troops.

It was also a fact that their existence ant a high-level general could also be sowhere nearby.

And standing before the Elven Princess was an undead Knight. One of the Four Horsen of Revelations, the Black Knight and the Scales of Justice, the most dreaded and mysterious out of the four.

She could see the golden mask clearly; half of it was a crying expression while the other half was a smiling expression. It was a creepy symbol.

The golden eyes behind the mask were now staring at dissa.

“Who are you?” dissa’s eyebrows were slightly contorted. The earlier exchange between them made her realize her opponent’s power.

“Silver Elf” The Black Knight was surprised. His voice was full of appeal: “Are you also with that man? How intriguing. He is surely not Viscount Gaston, nor Bucce’s Brendel with a claim of Highland Knight. Even the Black Tower’s wizards would not be so knowledgeable about Madara. In my judgnt, he’s more of an Ancestral Citizen—”

“Ancestral Citizen?” dissa looked blankly at him.

He raised his head suddenly. In his eyes were the reflection of a bright fire in the south; a magic signal was raised into the sky.