Freya took a deep breath and walked up to the competition platform. This 10 x 10 square stone platform was specially built for today's competition. It was one and a half meters above the ground, and it didn't matter if she fell off the platform or if she took the initiative to admit defeat, she would be declared defeated. Freya had already won two matches, but the more she progressed, the more powerful her opponents became. To be honest, she didn't have the confidence to continue moving forward.
Thinking of this, Freya couldn't help but feel a little vexed. Brando had sent her here so that she could become stronger and protect everyone in the village. But now, she couldn't say that she had achieved this. Compared to those monstrous geniuses, even her original confidence had been ground down a lot.
Freya raised her sword. This time, her opponent was an upperclassman. Maynild was watching from the side as usual, but when she saw Freya's state, she couldn't help but frown.
"You can't win if you're absent-minded." The upperclassman also saw this and couldn't help but remind her.
Freya shivered and immediately withdrew her thoughts. She raised her head. For a moment, everything in front of her eyes overlapped with the dream. The red ground stretched endlessly under her feet, and her opponent became the Knight who was covered in phosphorescent flames.
She couldn't help but shake her head in panic, wanting to get rid of this illusion. But her opponent had already pulled out his sword and was coming towards her. Freya was startled, and couldn't help but think of the scene in her dream. At this moment, she had completely forgotten the essence of swordsmanship, and only subconsciously wanted to retreat.
There was a roar of laughter in the stands. Apart from the nobles, there were also the students of the academy. They had never seen anyone run away from a competition in such a sorry state.
"Freya, what are you doing!" Maynild couldn't help but frown and shout in a low voice.
But at this time, a white light suddenly flashed on Freya's forehead, and a pair of wings of light stretched out from her back. With a 'ding' sound, it knocked away the sword in the hands of the student.
"What is that?!"
Beside the princess, several important ministers stood up. They had witnessed the scene in the arena. They only saw a flash of white light, and the sword in the hands of the senior student flew out of his hands. And this was not the end. There was a soft buzzing sound, as if there was a resonance. Suddenly, a white light rose from the distance of the academy.
"That's the direction of the Song River!" Someone among the Nobles immediately recognized it.
Before he could finish his sentence, everyone saw the rising white light suddenly change direction in midair, drawing a long arc as it headed straight for the academy.
"This … this is …"
Under everyone's watchful eyes, the white light landed vertically on the competition stage, right in front of Freya. Then, the white light disappeared, revealing the true body of a stone sword that was inserted into the ground.
At this moment, not to mention the others, even the person involved was shocked. Freya had no idea what was going on. She only felt that the sword in front of her seemed to be calling out to her. The voice was so friendly, it was like Brando's gentle encouragement.
However, Freya's heart was pounding at this moment. She did not know what to do for a moment.
The arena was silent for a moment. Not a single sound could be heard.
"Fu, Freya, you, you have a strange pattern on your forehead!" However, Freya suddenly heard Disha calling out to her from below. She subconsciously touched her forehead and felt a piercing pain. She put down her hand and saw that it was covered in blood.
Was she injured? How could this be? The girl clearly remembered that there was a flash of white light on her body and that the sword was sent flying. How could she be injured when the sword did not even get close to her? She could not help but raise the shining sword in her hand and look at her forehead. Only then did she realize that there was a beautiful azure emblem on her forehead.
"What … what is this?"
Of course, Freya did not know that this emblem had a famous name in Brando's previous game world. It was the Valkyrie's Battle Emblem.
This was the proof of the glory that Martha gave her in her life. It was the symbol that all the Erouine players believed in. It was the lighthouse and flag of Erouine.
However, she did not notice it at all. She only felt at a loss. She raised her head in fear and met Maynild's pair of dark and calm eyes. "Pick up that sword. It belongs to you, Freya."
Maynild had an indescribably complicated look on her face, but her first sentence was so resolute.
Freya was startled.
Maynild nodded at her again. The girl took a deep breath and raised her head to look around. Everyone seemed to be holding their breaths as they waited for her next move. She hesitated for a moment before gathering her courage and approaching the stone sword.
She held the sword hilt and felt that it was cold. Then, she gently lifted it.
Then, a miracle happened.
Everyone saw countless rays of golden light shoot out from the stone sword. Then, the rocks that covered the sword fell off one by one, revealing a golden longsword. The sword was more than three feet long. The handguard was like a pair of open wings. The Lionheart Emblem was on it. The whole sword was brilliant as if it was made of gold.
"The Lionheart Sword!" Beside the princess, her teacher, the old man who everyone respected in Erouine, could not help but shout in surprise.
"No, it's not the real Lionheart Sword. It's different from the description. It seems that some rules have changed." The half Fairy Princess was much calmer. However, when she looked at the sword in Freya's hand, her eyes flashed with an indescribable light.
"The previous movement seemed to be the awakening of the bloodline, right?" She immediately turned around and asked Oberwei behind her.
"It seems so."
"The bloodline of the Everton family is not that simple. Pay more attention to her."
"Just the Lionheart Sword alone is enough." Oberwei replied, "Speaking of which, the Lionheart Sword appeared in the south and recognized a master. This time, the northern barbarians should be panicking."
"But first, we have to make sure that the little girl is on our side." A noble said with some worry, "If the Lionheart Sword falls into the hands of outsiders …"
"Don't worry. Freya is a simple girl. I believe that she will stand on our side." Gryphine looked at him and replied.
"Yes."
Oberwei looked at the princess. His eyes seemed to have some kind of wisdom that could see through everything. It was as if he was asking, "Is she really on 'our' side, Your Highness?"
The half Fairy Princess slowly calmed down. She could only smile bitterly in her heart. She thought of the young Knight in the story. Indeed, even she could not tell who held Erouine's future in their hands.
Gryphine looked at the sword in Freya's hand and could not help but wonder if this was the punishment given by Lady Martha for breaking the oath.
But why was he spared?
…
"Lady Maynild …"
The expressionless female Knight turned her head and looked at Freya who took the initiative to call out to her. She tilted her head as if to ask, "What's the matter?"
"This, this sword …?" Freya felt like she was still dreaming. The sword in her hand was definitely not an ordinary weapon. But why did the sword take the initiative to find her? She was still a little uneasy.
"This is yours." Maynild replied.
"But … isn't this …" Freya thought of the legend of the Lionheart Sword and her heart pounded. She was a pure Erouine citizen and had grown up listening to those stories. But when she thought of everything that happened in those legends was related to her, whether it was the late King Erik or the Lionheart Sword, she felt that it was a little too surreal.
"Freya, I used to know a girl who was similar to you. She was as stubborn and strong as you. She also had her own ideals." Maynild looked at the girl and suddenly said, "At that time, I was still young. I had always admired her. I remember that she had a sword that was similar to yours."
"Huh?" Freya was stunned.
"That sword was sharper than this one, but not as strong as this one." Maynild said, "I think this sword is more suitable for you, Freya. Maybe one day, it will change everything."
"What, what do you mean? I don't really understand what you mean, Lady Maynild …"
"I mean, don't you want to give it a name?"
"But it's the Lionheart Sword."
"That was King Erik's Lionheart Sword, but not anymore."
"Then what do you think it should be called? I, I don't have a talent for naming things." Freya could not help but feel a little embarrassed.
For a moment, Maynild thought that the Lionheart Sword in the girl's hand was crying. But she shook her head and sighed. "Let's call it Amber."
"Amber?"
"Yes, Amber, the Amber Sword. There is such a sword in the Cruz's Pale Poem. It is the legendary Sacred Sword and the only one of all the Sacred Swords that allows the wielder to fight against fate. "Maynild replied seriously," The previous owner of the Amber Sword was the legendary Azure Knight. He pierced through the sky and caused the stars to fall to the earth, thus opening the second era … "
Freya held the sword in her hand and nodded. "I understand, Amber. That's a nice name."
The expressionless female Knight suddenly felt that Freya was right when she said that she did not have a talent for naming things. But she shook her head and turned to leave.
"Wait, Lady Maynild," Freya called out again. "What happened after that?"
"After that?"
"I'm sorry, I'm talking about the girl you said looked like me. What happened after that?"
"After that?" Maynild looked at Freya and smiled. "There was no 'after' after that."
"How is that possible?!" Freya could not help but widen her eyes.
But there was indeed no 'after' after that.
Brando, who was walking in the forest, suddenly felt his heart palpitate. He subconsciously touched the stone slab in his chest. It was vibrating slightly.
"What's wrong?" Quinn noticed his abnormality and asked.
"It's nothing." Brando shook his head.
It was the Lionheart Sword. But why would it respond to him at this time? It had been a few months since they last met. The feeling just now was strange. It felt like a contract. Brando felt a familiar aura from the other side. It even felt a little intimate.
This feeling was too strange. Not to mention now, even in the game, he had never heard of such a feeling before.
But now, he could only suppress these thoughts because the Centaur in front of him had cut through a patch of thorns. Then, a wide hilly area appeared in front of him.
"We're here." Brando took a deep breath.
He raised his hand and signaled for the elves and mercenaries behind him to stop. The land in front of them was this legendary young man's territory. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Brando.
This farce in Tónigel was about to come to an end.
… …
(Author's Note: The two chapters are close to 7000 words. The cold is getting worse. Alright, I feel like I'm going to die. Or should I say, I'm already dead. This is just a remnant of my will. This will is quite strong. Look, not only can it write, it can also act cute and ask for votes! Hurry up and vote. If you're good enough, there's more tomorrow. Students ~ ~ ~
Also, it's New Year, and I forgot to say my best wishes. Let me add a new year. May all lovers be siblings, and the cutest ones must be boys.) (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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