The unusual hint of weakness in the girl's words made Brando's heart soften. He had originally intended to ask her how she got here—what about the two Angels? Naturally, he couldn't bring it up.
Roman lowered her head, her feet together, and absentmindedly knocked her round-toed shoes together: "Roman sneaked in here. Brando, are you going to scold next..."
Despite saying this, the mischievous young lady still peeked up at Brando's expression, looking utterly terrified.
Seeing her like this, Brando found himself unable to scold her. Besides, Roman had done this for his sake. He definitely needed to teach her a lesson so that she wouldn't run around recklessly in the future, but not now.
The young man shook his head with a wry smile, his complaints dissipating like the wind.
But a new problem arose simultaneously. Logically, anyone entering this place had to pass a challenge. With Roman's abilities, there was no way she could overco it. So who would save her?
Brando couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle at the thought. The sixth challenge?
Sotis, the more he worried about sothing, the faster it ca to pass. At that mont, a voice from above arrived unexpectedly:
"New challenger, will you accept the challenge?"
"Eh?" Roman raised her head in confusion, looking around as if to find the source of the voice.
"Little Roman, give up," Brando gritted his teeth to remind her. He could never leave her here alone. This girl was the first person he t in this world, and from the beginning, they had been through life and death together. To him, she held a unique significance.
Maybe even more important than the Valkyrie in his heart—
If the revival of Erune and the Valkyrie's destiny were dreams in his heart, then this rchant lady represented a more tangible reality to him—he always regarded her as his link to this world, a bond deeper than that with his own family—with two souls within him, the word 'family' felt both intimate and distant, with only his grandfather's old face being the clearest.
This is why, to this day, Brando hadn't considered visiting 'his' ho. Subconsciously, he felt he couldn't face it.
But Roman was different.
He had promised to protect her, as her knight.
So, touching his sword, Brando knew he must fulfill his promise as a man. If he couldn't win, he would turn into a statue with Roman here. Though this thought left him unwilling, Brando had no regrets.
"My Lord?"
As his summoned creature, disha keenly sensed his thoughts.
"This is my decision," Brando shook his head and smiled. "Only, I'll be burdening you, disha, to stay here for a while, perhaps a long ti, until your next master finds you."
"Then it wouldn't be disha who was summoned." The Silver Elf girl gazed at him softly, "disha belongs only to you, just like Char. Each travel mage has their own laws and world, the sa cards, but not the sa people—"
Brando's heart stirred.
disha looked outside the arena, her voice gentle: "I suppose Miss Qian feels the sa."
"What do you an?"
The Silver Elf Princess looked up at him, her light silver eyes holding a tranquil, all-seeing calm that seed to cleanse the noise of the mortal world as if it lted away in their serenity and purity.
"Since the dissolution of the Gray Wolf rcenary Group, my Lord, Miss Qian has leaned on you alone, haven't you noticed?" she softly asked.
"How could that be?" Brando was startled. "Aren't there other mbers of the Gray Wolf rcenary Group? And, Ecco, if I'm not mistaken, Qian should like him—"
"Autn's mi da'tt do kares—" disha replied in an ethereal voice.
"People need each other..." Brando translated the ancient Silver Elf proverb.
The Silver Elf girl nodded: "Because soone values them, they then value those who value them. The number of people who can truly beco your friends in this world is few, so we cherish this rare mutual understanding."
"The affection Miss Qian feels, disha feels as well," the Silver Elf Princess smiled gently. "I am but an unloved child, yet by your side, I feel true respect and kindness, a joy from the heart that I cherish—"
She smiled and nodded: "Thank you, my Lord! So, please don't feel guilty!"
Brando nodded. He looked at Roman, who clearly hadn't grasped the current situation and stared blankly at the serious Brando: "What's wrong, Brando, did Roman do sothing wrong?"
"No." Brando shook his head. "Compared to doing good with a bad heart, I find doing sothing good with a bad result more endearing." He said, "Because the forr can only get worse, while the latter can get better, don't you think?"
He drew his sword.
The surroundings fell silent, Kevan reconsidering sothing he held—he chose not to speak further. Having experienced it once, everyone understood the rules here. They clearly knew Brando's current predicant.
It was clear that the young lady was soone he loved.
So what choice would he make?
As for their rescue, Kevan suddenly felt it didn't matter anymore. Because if Brando intended to save them, he would have to face the seventh challenge, an impossible feat.
Without hope, it seed less despairing.
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