"Scarlett?"
Makarov was startled and looked at Brando bitterly. He finally understood why Brando had asked that question. But this was a crucial moment and Fleetwood would not allow him to make this young man unhappy. Even if his members were to be alienated in front of him, he could only grit his teeth and swallow his anger. However, this punch came quickly and fiercely. Even with his mental fortitude, he couldn't help but turn his head away when faced with the disbelieving, questioning, and questioning gaze of the young girl he had raised with his own hands.
Even if he had a thousand excuses to explain himself, even if he knew that this girl who he treated as his adopted daughter hoped that he could at least explain himself, he couldn't say a single word at this moment.
Everyone present could feel the power of the Heart of Gold pulsating in her body. He did not know what happened to her that caused her power to rise so quickly. He thought that it was because of her potential in a life and death situation. This meant that she was at least a genius, a genius that they had neglected. But on the other side, the Golden Tree in Brando's hand was also emitting the power of the Heart of Gold.
That was the origin of the Golden Bloodline.
Eating it would give one the destiny of being chosen by the heavens.
Makarov's explanation was stuck in his throat, but when he opened his mouth, it became: "Scarlett, what are you … …"
His words seemed to drain all the strength of the young girl. She looked straight at the man who had so long occupied the place of a father in her heart, and there was not so much disappointment in her eyes as in a deep entreaty that she would believe even a single lie of happiness. She was as helpless as a foolish daughter, waiting for her heartless father to change his mind. She hoped that he would turn around and say: Sorry, welcome back … …
But all she got was a tactful reply. It sounded like he was concerned, but it was as if he had distanced himself from her like a stranger. The tall figure in her memory seemed to have become distant and blurry. She clutched her chest with one hand and tears burst out of her eyes. "I'm sorry, why …" She whimpered like an injured animal. She lost the last bit of her strength and knelt on the ground. Her eyes closed and she fell forward with a loud bang.
He lost consciousness.
Seeing this scene, Makarov couldn't say a word.
Brando looked at him coldly.
He felt someone gently nudging him from behind. The young man nodded to show that he understood. If it wasn't for the dragon girl Arnoz, he wouldn't have been able to detect Scarlet's arrival. Perhaps he already knew what Makarov's answer would be, but even so, he wanted Scarlet to understand that the truth was not charity. However, he couldn't allow Makarov to continue playing chess with him.
"I'm sorry." Brando sighed.
He stood up, walked over to help Scarlet up and wiped the dirt off her face. The girl showed her weak side in her sleep. Her tear-stained face was a little pale, but she was as serene as an angel. The young man straightened her body and leaned her against an Abies tree. Then, he turned around and looked at everyone with a condescending gaze.
"Mister Brando?" Fleetwood interrupted when he saw Makarov's unstable emotions.
"Makarov!"
Brando interrupted. The anger in his chest was finally released, and his voice was as cold as a blade. Everyone was stunned. They didn't understand why Brando's attitude suddenly changed, but the young man shouted angrily: "Don't think that I don't know where you came from!"
"Ever since Anson the Seventh, Aouine has been declining day by day. The light in the darkness seems to be floating up and down in the chaos. It is obscure and dim, and the time seems to be fleeting. Ten years ago, you seized every opportunity to turn defeat into victory, throwing in all the chess pieces like gamblers. The entire plan was meticulous, ruthless, and seemed logical, but all of this was nothing more than a plot to overthrow Duke Arreck, who had absolute power. You deceived the world, so that the world would not think that the muddle-headed old Duke Anthony was just trying to preserve everything in the end. Who else is helping you, Sivak? "
Brando's words were like sharp swords that pierced into everyone's hearts. Makarov and Fleetwood's faces turned pale. They even forgot to breathe at that moment. They only had time to guess who this young man was.
The young man had already pointed out the outline of their plan. They believed that this was a sacred and all-or-nothing operation. All sacrifices were worth it. If necessary, they would even give up their lives. Political conflict had become a fanatical belief. Just like what Brando said, there was only one chance. As long as they seized it and waited for the moment to turn defeat into victory, the light of dawn would sweep away all the darkness.
This legendary story had a legendary ending. However, they didn't think that this plan would fall into the eyes of an unfamiliar young man. They didn't even miss a single detail. This plan was first set ten years ago, and some of the details were unknown even to the subsequent participants. Then this young man who used the name Brando —
Who was he?
What was he planning?
The more Brando spoke, the angrier he got. He stood up straight like a sharp blade, his voice as cold as the winter: "You think you can represent the righteousness of the Royal Family, and your swords fight for the future of this country! Unfortunately, your stupidity doesn't allow you to see the truth. If you fail, can you still send others to their deaths? "
"Wait," Fleetwood frowned slightly. He was a little annoyed. Although this young man held something very important to them, their plan couldn't be blasphemed because it represented the glory of the Royal Family.
"What are you trying to say, Grandmaster Fleetwood?" Brando asked coldly.
"Everything you've said is based on a hypothesis …"
"You want to know the truth?"
Brando sneered. He raised his head and couldn't help but take a deep breath.
At this moment, it was as if another soul was standing beside him. The young man's eyes seemed to see through the shackles of the world. Sophie's words returned to the other side of his soul. Time and space collapsed in front of him. But after everything calmed down, he saw everything in the past. Palaces and cities burned in the flames. The kingdom was overturned. Everything he was familiar with was gone.
The wish of Her Royal Highness.
The vow of the Valkyrie.
This kingdom seemed to be reborn from the flames. Every player put in all their effort to fight for it. But in the face of the invasion of Madara's undead and the black tide of players, they were all defeated. It was as if it was a destined failure and a tragic ending. However, these nobles were still here controlling the fate of this country. It was as if they could see the final outcome — the victory they believed in. Then, like a cold Grim Reaper, they clung to the lives in their hands and threw them into the frenzied sacrifice.
The nameless lives flowed out like the cold blood in these people's bodies.
They died.
In exchange for a cold ending.
But no one would take responsibility for it.
The players remembered the dark humor, but what about these high and mighty nobles? They just changed the chessboard and continued their game. They were always sacred, representing light or darkness, justice or kindness. This belief was not to be blasphemed. Just like the blood of a noble family, it was unquestionable — on the surface.
"How do I tell you the truth …" Brando sighed tiredly and waved his hand. "Just like this golden apple in my hand. Of course, I know how it works for you, because its appearance makes your game more brilliant. It's like a shining weight that tilts the scales in your favor. That's what you think. "
"Unfortunately, it's not that I want to discourage you. No matter what, your failure is destined. "He replied.
"What did you say?" This time, even Buga couldn't help but frown.
"Young man, not everyone can become a Seer." Fleetwood shook his head.
"But those witches who used rumors to bewitch people were all tied to the stake." Makarov added as he looked at Brando coldly.
Brando smiled.
Indeed, but he was the one who could foresee their failure. No, he was the one who saw it. But he wouldn't say that. He only asked: "You don't believe me?"
"Reason?" Buga asked simply.
"I remember, during Erouine's most glorious era. Erouine's Knight held the swallowtail flag and bugle horns. When the bugle horn blew, the Kingdom's Blade charged forward. I remember that the battlefield was a sea of flags, embroidered with the golden coat of arms of Corvado, Grinoires, and Arreck. I remember that the nobles of that era still kept their oath. "Brando smiled:" Do you remember that oath? "
Everyone was stunned.
"You don't remember?" Brando's eyes were full of disdain: "It's fine, I can read it to you."
"Under this sword, I swear the Sage's oath! I vow to lead my people away from strife and slaughter, away from the arrogance and greed of the nobles of the Empire. I vow to not repeat the cold-blooded mistakes of history. I vow to make the nobles of this new kingdom follow the spirit of chivalry. I vow to be just and strict, honest and brave, kind and generous. I vow to keep it with all my strength! "
Brendel read out the words forcefully, then looked at the group of people who were speechless for a moment.
"Do you remember who made this oath?" He asked softly.
Fleetwood, Makarov, and Buga looked at each other, their faces burning. Of course they knew. How could they not know? They had simply forgotten about it.
"Yes," Brando nodded: "This is the origin of all your beliefs, the foundation of the nobles of Erouine. Your late king and the benevolent first king, King Erik, made this oath under the Lionheart. Do you remember what he said? If one day, the nobles of Erouine forget their duty, then this sword will return to where it came from and will no longer protect this kingdom. "
"Do you still remember?"
"You don't remember, right?"
"That's a pity."
Brando sighed and looked at the forest.
The afternoon sun shone through the forest. At this moment, the forest in the south looked so peaceful for the first time.
… …
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