What was going on? Whose memory was this? Brando did not have a deep memory of the royal city of Erouine. In his memory, the royal city's luxurious palaces burned in flames, the city collapsed, and the living creatures were caught in a sea of fire.
He could still remember the wails and screams that lingered in his ears at that time.
But it was not as cheerful as it was now.
Brando glanced at the little prince beside him, thinking that this should be Haruz's memory. Princess Gryphine and her brother had lived in Monsteros for a long time in history, so he should be familiar with it. This might be a summer celebration in his memory.
Brando looked up and saw the constellation Lyra in the southern half of the sky, confirming that this should be a summer night.
But he was a little puzzled as to how the little prince's memory was connected to the memory of the Lost One. How could the assassination scene in the collapsed dreamscape be associated with such a cheerful dreamscape?
Brando kept his composure and continued to walk forward. A lot of people had gathered on the side of the road, all kinds of people, but most of them turned a blind eye to Brando and the little prince. This was normal, everyone's memory was vague about the details, these people existed in the memory, but it was just a glance, and he might not remember what each of them looked like.
He took Haruz through these people, paying attention to the details of the celebration. But it was at this moment that a carriage came out of the darkness in the distance, it was a dark noble's four-wheeled carriage that slid by like a ghost. Brando saw the coat of arms on the carriage's wall and could not help but narrow his eyes.
"Teacher, that's Viscount Benninger –" The little prince also recognized it, it seemed that he still remembered the man who betrayed his sister. He grabbed the corner of Brando's clothes worriedly and reminded him in a low voice.
Brando nodded.
Haruz was still a little confused, he frowned and said to himself in confusion, "It's strange, Viscount Benninger's coat of arms doesn't have holly leaves on it. I, I remember that's a decoration that only counts can have … "
"Oh … this is a dream, I, I forgot again, I'm sorry."
These unintentional words made Brando's heart skip a beat.
His brows suddenly furrowed. He remembered one detail clearly. Count Bennington. There was indeed such a name in history. After the princess won the war against the north, Erouine ushered in the hope of peace. Then came the five years of the Renaissance. Although there were occasional conflicts with Madara, the timeline still passed smoothly in another period of history.
Then came the second War of the Black Roses.
Brando felt a stabbing pain in his heart. After the Battle of the Crimson Valley, the Valkyrie died in battle. The situation was even more disadvantageous for the princess. In order to support her own forces against Duke Arreck, the princess summoned Benninger back to Monsteros not long after.
At that time … at that time, Brando silently recalled. At that time, although Benninger did not inherit the title of Duke Seifer, he was made a count.
"Oh, right …"
"This celebration."
Brando felt a chill run down his spine. He suddenly remembered the origin of this celebration. Erouine and Eco defeated Madara's army in the Manoweir area. At that time, Erouine and the players' coalition forces seemed to have seized a moment of respite. Princess Gryphine invited the envoys of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, hoping that Cruz could help.
The Midsummer Festival.
The Feast of Scrolls.
Time froze at this point in history. Brando suddenly understood that this was not Haruz's memory at all, but his own. When Princess Gryphine was assassinated, he was personally present that day.
Brando suddenly clenched his teeth.
History was repeating itself in front of him.
"Teacher?" Haruz saw Brando's red and white face and could not help but feel a little strange.
Brando took a deep breath and replied, "It's nothing, Haruz-" He was about to say that they had to find a way to enter the city. But it was at this time that he suddenly felt the piece of paper in his hand slightly hot.
He hurriedly picked up the piece of paper.
That piece of paper had already changed its appearance. He realized that it was a letter, about the size of his palm. He opened the envelope and an invitation fell out. The words on the invitation were blurry, but one sentence stood out: "Viscount Cauldell and his fiancée, Miss Bessdy, are invited to a banquet –"
Realization dawned on Brando. So the Unnamed One's memory was connected to his own. So that guy was on his way to a banquet and was assassinated on the way. But what he was curious about was what this had to do with his memories afterward. And why was that guy assassinated, and what was he regretting?
And there was another problem. Viscount Cauldell was the only one in the carriage, and the invitation said that Viscount Cauldell and his fiancée were invited to a banquet. Then where was his fiancée?
"Wait, fiancée?"
Brendel's movements suddenly froze.
"Teacher?" The little prince naturally noticed Brando's movements. He saw the piece of paper in Brando's hand turn into an envelope and naturally remembered what Brando had said before. "Teacher, did it remember something new?"
Brando was silent and handed the letter to his student. Haruz picked up the light piece of paper and looked at it carefully. Then he paused. "Teacher, are we going to the banquet in Viscount Cauldell's place?"
In theory, that should be the requirement of the mission. Brendel carefully recalled all the details in the walkthrough, but the conclusion he came up with was almost the same as the one he had just read.
"But what about the Viscount's fiancée? Should we find her first?" asked the little prince.
That was a possibility. Brando thought for a moment but he didn't think it was likely. As the Viscount Cauldell's fiancée, he suspected that she was the core of the mission. But the key was, according to the characteristics of the Unnamed One's collapsed dream, the more deeply remembered something, the earlier it should appear.
Just like the piece of paper in his hand.
And his fiancée was still nowhere to be seen. Either this so-called fiancée was an insignificant person or she was already dead like the Viscount.
But no matter if it was the former or the latter, it was basically impossible to find this so-called Miss Bessdy in this dream.
"I'm afraid it will be very difficult for us to find her," answered Brando.
"Ah? Then we can only go to the banquet like this? But, but the etiquette officer said that if a Long River noble like this doesn't bring a female guest, it will invite ridicule – "Haruz paused and said worriedly.
"It's not a matter of ridicule." Brando shook his head. What did the ridicule in the dream have to do with him? He couldn't help but admire the little prince for worrying about this at a time like this. The key was that this invitation was obviously something very important to this Viscount or he wouldn't have remembered it so clearly.
He forgot all the other words on the invitation and only remembered the sentence "Inviting Viscount Cauldell and his fiancée, Miss Bessdy, to the banquet –" which showed how important this matter was to him.
In other words, according to the settings in Amber, if he couldn't meet this condition, then the rest of the mission was basically out of the question.
Brando didn't want to be trapped in this dream for the rest of his life.
But what he couldn't help but want to curse was, who was he going to find to pretend to be this godforsaken fiancée, Miss Bessdy in this godforsaken place? In this dream, except for the important characters, almost all the memories were fragile. The people outside were like background and couldn't interact with him and Haruz at all.
But he suddenly stopped.
Brando's gaze fell on Haruz –
Erouine's little prince, the future king. Haruz was only twelve years old this year. Because he had been practicing swordsmanship for a long time, he was already starting to grow taller. His height just reached his waist. He was a bit like his sister – Princess Gryphine. He was born with an adorable face and it was rosy. His silver eyes were always watery and his silky hair was plastered to his forehead, making him look like a weak little girl most of the time.
Most importantly, because of his half-elf blood, his body was far less muscular than a human boy's. Instead, he was very slender.
Just by standing there, he looked pitiful, as if he could not even stand a gust of wind. His aura was even gentler and quieter than his sister's.
Brando hesitated. The evil thoughts in his heart couldn't help but surge out. The little prince seemed to sense something bad and couldn't help but look at him carefully. He asked, "Teacher Brando?"
Brando raised a finger. With a thought, the seal ring of Viscount Cauldell from before appeared in perfect condition on his hand. This was the benefit of the dream. As long as something existed in his, Haruz's and Viscount Cauldell's memories, it could be easily copied anywhere.
Then he lowered his head and said seriously to the little prince, "Haruz."
"Oh?"
"Has anyone ever told you that you're beautiful?"
The little prince's face flushed. He held the Lion's Tooth and stared blankly at his teacher. For a moment, he didn't know what to think. "Teacher, teacher?"
"It shouldn't be a problem if you change into female clothing, right?"
It was a big problem. Haruz held his sword and shook his head furiously. Then he lowered his head and blushed. The redness almost reached the base of his neck. Brando couldn't help but sigh when he saw this. To be honest, this little prince was more like a girl than his sister.
He sighed. To be honest, he also thought that his idea was ridiculous. But there was a faint thrill of pranking him. Besides, this seemed to be the only possible way.
"Haruz –"
He opened his mouth.
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