Frey was startled.
Nesia nodded at her again, the young girl took a deep breath and looked around. Everyone seed to hold their breath, waiting for her next move. She hesitated for a mont, then mustered the courage to approach the stone sword.
She placed her hand on the sword hilt, feeling the icy cold touch, and then gently lifted upwards.
Then a miracle occurred—
Everyone saw countless golden lights shoot out from within the stone sword, and then the stone fragnts covering the sword fell off, revealing a golden longsword. The sword was over three feet long, with a guard shaped like open wings, emblazoned with the Lion Heart insignia, the entire sword looked as if it was crafted from gold, splendid and magnificent.
"The Lion Heart Sword—!" Beside the princess, her teacher, a revered elder respected by all Erune, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
"No, it's not the real Lion Heart Sword, it doesn't match the descriptions, as if, as if so rules have changed." The Half-Elf Princess was much calr, although she also gazed at the sword in Frey's hand, her eyes gleaming with indescribable light.
"The commotion earlier, it seed like a bloodline awakening, right?" She imdiately turned around and asked Ou Fuwei'er behind her.
"It appears so."
"The bloodline of the Everton family is indeed not so simple, keep a close eye on her."
"rely possessing the Lion Heart Sword is enough." Ou Fuwei'er replied: "Speaking of which, the Lion Heart Sword has erged in the South and recognized its master, those Northern n should be panicking now."
"But first, we must ensure that the little girl stands with us." A noble inquired worriedly: "If the Lion Heart Sword falls into the hands of outsiders…"
"Don't worry, Frey is a simple girl, I believe she will stand with us." Griffith glanced at him nonchalantly and replied.
"Yes."
Ou Fuwei'er, however, looked at the Princess, his eyes seemingly carrying an omniscient wisdom, as if asking: Is she really standing with 'us', Your Highness?
The Half-Elf Princess gradually cald down, and could only smile bitterly in her heart. She thought of the young knight in that story, indeed, who exactly holds the destiny of Erune's future, even she could not see clearly—
Griffith looked at the sword in Frey's hand and couldn't help but think, is this the punishnt Lord Marsha bestowed upon everyone for breaking their oaths?
But why should he be spared?
...
"Lady Nesia…"
The expressionless female knight turned around, looking at Frey who took the initiative to call her. She tilted her head slightly, as if asking: What's the matter?
"This, this sword…?" Frey felt as if she was still dreaming, the sword in her hand was definitely not an ordinary weapon, but why did this sword actively seek her out, she was still sowhat anxious.
"It is yours." Nesia responded.
"But… this is too…" Frey thought of the legend of the Lion Heart Sword, and her heart started racing. She was a pure Erune, having grown up listening to those stories, and thinking that everything that happened in those legendary tales had sohow connected with her, whether the Forr King Ai Ke or the Lion Heart Sword, it all felt too unreal to her.
"Frey, I once knew a girl who was a lot like you, just as stubborn and strong, she had her own ideals," Nesia looked at the girl and suddenly said: "At that ti I was young, I always admired her, I rember she had a sword, quite similar to yours."
"Huh?" Frey was startled.
"That sword was sharper than this one, but not as resolute," Nesia said: "I think this sword suits you better, Frey, perhaps one day it will change everything."
"Wh-what do you an, even if you say that I don't quite understand, Lady Nesia…"
"I an, are you not going to give it a na?"
"But it is the Lion Heart Sword."
"That was Ai Ke's Lion Heart Sword, but now it is not."
"Then what do you think it should be called, I'm, I'm not very talented at naming things." Frey couldn't help but say with a bit of embarrassnt.
For a mont, Nesia thought the Lion Heart Sword in the girl's hand should be weeping. But she shook her head, sighed, and replied: "Call it Hu Po."
"Hu Po?"
"Yes, Hu Po, the Amber Sword. In the Cruz people's Poem of the Blue, there is such a sword, a legendary Holy Sword, and the only one among all Holy Swords that can allow its bearer to challenge destiny," Nesia replied earnestly: "The previous owner of the Amber Sword was the legendary Sky Blue knight, the one who pierced the sky, caused the stars to fall, and ushered in the Second Epoch…"
Frey, holding the longsword in her hands, nodded her head with so understanding: "I see, Hu Po, what a nice na."
The expressionless female knight suddenly felt that when Frey said she wasn't talented in naming, she was not lying, but she shook her head and, after speaking, didn't linger but turned to walk away.
"Wait, Lady Nesia," Frey called her again: "After that, what happened…?"
"After?"
"I'm sorry, I an the girl you said was very much like , what happened after?"
"After?" Nesia glanced at Frey and surprisingly smiled faintly: "There was no after—"
"How could that be!" Frey couldn't help but widen her eyes.
But there was indeed no after—
Walking through the forest, Brand suddenly felt a palpitation. He instinctively touched the stone tablet he carried in his chest, the tablet was vibrating at a subtle frequency.
"What's the matter?" The Tree Elf Queniel noticed his abnormality and turned back to ask.
"It's nothing." Brand shook his head.
It was the Lion Heart Sword, but why would the Lion Heart Sword send a signal to him at this ti, several months had passed since the last ti. The previous sensation felt rather strange, as if it was so kind of contract formation ssage, Brand sensed a familiar aura from the other side, sowhat intimate even.
This feeling was too odd, not to ntion now, even in the ga he had never heard of such a thing.
But now he could only suppress these thoughts, because the centaur at the front 'swish' sliced through a patch of thorns, and a wide expanse of hilly terrain unfolded before them—
"We've arrived." Brand took a deep breath.
He raised his hand, signaling all the elves and rcenaries behind him to stop—the land before them was this legendary young man's territory, every gaze was fixed upon Brand.
This farce in Tonyger, from this mont on, was about to co to a close.
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