"Frostdew Manor?" Brendel tapped the table with his fingertips and replied thoughtfully, "Delphine hasn't found out where Valla and the conservative faction of the Holy Cathedral of Fire are being held. If the Silver Queen isn't deliberately deceiving us, assuming that one of the prince's old residence and the Colddew Manor is where the 'prison' is, then the other …"
In fact, ever since the Silver Queen split the Holy Cathedral, the faction represented by Valla was known as the conservative faction, while the other faction was naturally the reformist faction represented by the scholarly faction.
"Scarlet is there." Metisha's silver eyes lit up as she understood what he was trying to say.
"My Lord, should we make a move?" She immediately asked.
Brando shook his head. "It's best to investigate first." He replied. Although the place seemed very likely, he could not rule out the possibility that the Silver Queen had deliberately set up a trap or a diversion. The best way was to sneak in and investigate first: "Tonight, I and —"
"Brando, let me go!"
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by Vahina who stood beside him.
She blurted out almost without thinking, and then seemed to realize what she had said. She saw Brando and Metisha looking at her in shock, and her face turned red as if it was burning: "… I, I mean, I'm very familiar with that place."
"But Vahina, you don't seem to know how to sneak in, right?" Brando could not help but ask.
"My master has taught me how to sneak in and perform secret operations, but …" Vahina replied in a small voice.
"You just don't have actual combat experience, right?"
Vahina's face turned red, but she insisted: "Even if I don't have actual combat experience, I can still do it well."
"This is not an outing, my lady."
"I know …" Vahina blinked lightly, and her voice became weak: "I … I can stay at the periphery, I know there are a few unknown paths there …"
"That won't do," Brando shook his head: "It's not safe. According to our plan, non-combatants should avoid participating as much as possible."
Vahina had no choice but to shut her mouth, and only glared at Brando with her blue eyes.
Just when Brando thought that she was going to throw a tantrum again, she bit her lower lip and replied softly: "I understand …"
The contrast surprised Brando. In his mind, this lady was still the unruly little princess of the Loop of Trade Winds. He was prepared for her to throw a tantrum, but he did not expect her to only say 'I understand' in the end. It felt like he punched a ball.
He couldn't help but look at her cautiously. He saw this kind of attitude from one person the most — — Miss Merchant. Usually, when the Roman girl had to bow her head, she would say something nice, but in reality, she would do the exact opposite. She would not change no matter how hard he tried, which gave him a headache.
Fortunately, he knew that Vahina would not be so shameless. She had her own pride, and would not play such petty tricks.
Metisha, who was watching the conversation between the two, smiled mysteriously at Vahina, and suggested to Brando: "My lord, in my opinion, it might be better to bring Miss Vahina along."
Brando was startled. He did not expect Metisha to suddenly change sides.
"Metisha?" He turned to look at her, as if to make sure that she was not joking.
Vahina also raised her head and looked at Metisha, who was sitting on the chair, in shock.
"Because Miss Sydney is not suitable to enter the city. Her target is too obvious," Metisha replied with a smile. She could be said to be the one who had followed Brando the longest outside of The Shire. She could see through her lord's thoughts at a glance, and thus could speak with assurance: "If this is a trap set by the Silver Queen, then her target might be Miss Sydney, and not Miss Vahina. She has plenty of opportunities in the past few days, so why bother?"
Brando suddenly understood. This was reverse thinking. If the Silver Queen used Valla as bait, then her target would probably be the Lion Palace's Saintess as Metisha said. She also had an urgent motive. Obtaining the Sacred Sword Oderfeiss was the most important step for her to integrate and control the Holy Cathedral of Fire. In his camp, other than himself, the successor of Odin, Sydney was probably the most important person to the Silver Queen.
Relatively speaking, the ownership of the Flower Domain was not that important to her.
If Sydney could not enter the Imperial City, he would need to choose between Delfien and Vahina, who were familiar with the Imperial City, as a replacement. In comparison, Vahina was slightly more suitable. Although the two of them did not have the ability to protect themselves, at least she was Veronica's student and had excellent swordsmanship.
Vahina, on the other hand, was no different from an ordinary person after consuming the Spring of Spring that had side effects. In fact, in this era where the Magic Tide was beginning to affect the entire world, Vahina, who had no power, was worse than an ordinary person.
With this in mind, Brando could not help but look at Vahina.
"Are you sure?"
"You'll have to ask Miss Vahina if she's ready," Metisha replied seriously. "This is a dangerous job."
"I'm fine!" "I'll take care of myself. Don't forget whose student I am," Vahina hurriedly answered.
Brando looked at Vahina and actually wanted to complain about her teacher. He was currently imprisoned in the Tundra Castle, but considering his respect for the Legion Commander, he could not bear to tarnish her reputation. Hence, he held back his words.
He sighed. Although this might not be the best choice, at least it wasn't the worst. He thought that this was the only way.
At this moment, someone knocked on the door. Brando subconsciously looked at the sky and guessed who it might be. Vahina turned to open the door and saw Sydney standing outside with a serious face.
Because Brando had promised to help this lady repair the Holy Sword Oderfeiss, she would appear at this time almost every day. She would not appear a minute earlier or later, and as time passed, the others had gotten used to it.
But today, in addition to the lady with the statue of the Lion Palace, Delphine, who had just come upstairs, was also standing outside the door.
The Prime Minister's daughter had a faint smile on her face, but the unapproachable look in her eyes made Vahina uncomfortable and she subconsciously took a step back.
"Miss Sydney, Delfien, you're here." Brando greeted.
Delfien smiled, indicating that she was just passing by.
Brando turned his head and looked at the expressionless Sydney. "Miss Sydney."
"Sorry to disturb you, Count Brendel." The Lioness' voice was as calm as water. "Can you spare some time?"
Brando nodded. He had promised her when they were at Fathom Harbor that once the battle at Fathom Harbor was over, he would help her repair the Holy Sword Oderfeiss. Now that they had won the battle at Fathom Harbor, he naturally would not find any excuse to go back on his word. Besides, he was also very interested in the legendary Flaming Blade.
Metisha quickly got up and gave Vahina a look. She then led the young lady of Flower Leaf Collar out. Although Delfien was still standing outside the door, she did not intend to enter. It was as she said, she was just passing by on her way upstairs.
After Miss Sydney entered the room, Metisha closed the door and looked up at Delfien.
The Prime Minister's daughter was slightly startled and asked, "Do you have something to say to me, Miss Metisha?"
"I thought that you would betray us as soon as you returned to the Imperial Capital." Metisha said softly.
"But I didn't," Delfien smiled. "We worked well together at Fathom Harbor. Miss Metisha, why don't you choose to continue believing in me?"
"Because I can't feel sincerity from you." Metisha replied. "The Elves can distinguish the hearts of those with ulterior motives. This is actually referring to the Silver Elves. I can't guess what you're thinking, Miss Delfien, but I know you're up to no good."
"Are you really a Silver Elf, Miss Metisha?"
But Medissa did not pay any attention to her.
Delfien sighed. "That's why I don't understand what you're trying to say, Miss Metisha. You should understand that what I'm doing now is not disadvantageous to you at all."
"My lord thinks that the conflict between you and him is just a misunderstanding. He admires you very much, just like Miss Mithril. But that doesn't mean that I will be soft-hearted." Metisha's face turned cold. She rarely showed this side of her in front of outsiders. "I just want to repeat what I said last time —"
"Don't give me the chance to pierce your heart with my spear." She stared coldly into Delfien's eyes and said word by word, "Tas-la-giem. Eternal enmity, by any means necessary. I swear by the ancient proverb of the Silver Elves. You should have heard of this proverb."
"Eternal enmity." Delfien's purple eyes flashed.
…
Outside the window, it was already late at night. The room was lit by candles.
Sydney chanted an incantation, then stretched out her right hand, as if she was holding a sword hilt in the void. She slowly pulled to the right, and pulled out a sword covered with cracks and scars from the void. The body of the sword had long been broken, and the shards that were flickering with a metallic luster were suspended in the air. It still maintained the shape of a sword, and the edge of the blade occasionally flashed with a dark red light.
This was the Holy Sword Oderfeiss.
Brando had seen this scene many times, but he was still shocked every time. This was the shape of the Holy Sword. It had died with the departure of the Flame King, so the craftsmen could not reforge its body. The shards of the Flaming Blade that Sidney brought out from the Holy Cathedral were actually more memorable to the believers of the Holy Cathedral of Fire. After all, it was made by Gretel, the Flame King, but it was essentially no different from an ordinary shard of a sword.
He had only recently learned this secret, which made him wonder if the Halran Gaia in his hand was the same. Although Halran Gaia was more complete, Sidney told him that if the Flaming Blade's physical body was still intact in the material world, its power would not be inferior to the Halran Gaia. With the passage of time, the faith of a Legend seeped into the sword, turning it from an ordinary item into a powerful ancient sacred sword. One had to know that Aike's Lionheart Sword was once his most ordinary sword.
The hearts of the people gathered to form faith, and the legend was cast. The powerful hidden desire and the magic in the words engraved the objects of this world in the world of laws. Therefore, the ancient sword could exist.
Sidney let go of her hand and motioned for him to come forward.
Brando was already familiar with the process. He reached out and took the hilt of the Holy Sword from the lady's hand, and a familiar feeling came from the sword. In fact, back in Fathom Harbor, he had used the recognition of Oderfeiss' soul to inject it into the fragment of the Holy Sword. At that time, he had established a faint connection with the law of the Flaming Blade.
However, it was not that simple to repair Oderfeiss. The soul of the Holy Sword fell into a deep sleep because its projection in the world of laws was fragmented, and the reason why its projection in the world of laws was fragmented was because of the lack of faith, which meant that it had lost its support in the world.
Now, although this ancient soul had awakened and recognized him, its form in the world still had no support.
The formation of a faith, the birth of a legend, was not something that could be supported by a single person. Even if Brando had the soul of Oderfeiss, he could not give the Flaming Blade a new life.
What he needed to do was to restore its glory.
He held the hilt of the Flaming Blade, and the ancient soul in his body immediately resonated with its remnant form in the world, forming layers of illusions in front of him …
What was it that created its own legend, that caused its name to travel across the land, that caused everyone to praise it, and that caused this Holy Sword to exist in this world?
Then, where was the pride of the sword?
It was once the Holy Sword of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, and the Flame King used it to start a new era. The pure flames separated the dark thorns and burned a path out of despair.
However, what Brando saw in the illusions was not the Flame King's most glorious moment. On the White Plains, he announced the end of an unprecedented empire. From that moment on, all injustice and oppression were announced. The Flaming Blade Oderfeiss was in his hands, and under the sunlight that pierced through the dark clouds, it shone brightly.
What he saw was everything burning amidst the raging flames. The palaces and cities, this scene seemed familiar. Pairs of unyielding eyes, burning with anger, what was burning in the flames and turning into ashes? What was laughable arrogance?
What was the unyielding flame that gave birth to the resistance under oppression? Its existence announced that everyone could firmly grasp their own fate.
This was the golden flames, symbolizing resistance and an oath that would never compromise.
'Therefore, I will give it, and not the empire, to the world —'
This was the path of the Golden Flame.
… …
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