Chapter 529 - v3c306p2 (1/2)

Even in the busiest of worlds, there would be a quiet corner.

The light in the small room flickered as the merchant girl rested by the bedside with her dainty head gently placed upon her crossed arms. Her eyes were curiously focused on the sleeping Nun Princess as she lightly poked her occasionally.

“Amandina, how could Miss Magadal be a puppet? Look at her skin, it’s soft and it’s very fun to play with……she looks beautiful as well, Brendel must be lying right?”

Amandina sighed. Those who knew Romaine well would know that her focus was on ‘fun’ instead of the second half of the sentence. Amandina was holding a book of ‘Rockefeller Poems’, but her focus was not on the book, it was on the rainy battlefield.

The blades that flashed in the air, the brutal murders on this day would be recorded in the history of this port. But on the next day, the glorious sun will befall the land once more.

Can we really win?

Amandina’s heart was in suspense. She placed her book down and slowly took off her silver-lined spectacles while looking out towards the port. The howling wind and rain sounded like it was weeping, like the ancestors of Aouine were crying.

It was just the sorrowful cries of the people before their death, and it was not known to her whether it was from her relatives or even her friends.

“Please be careful. Don’t disrespect Princess Magadal……you…you are so disrespectful,” Amandina scolded her, staring at Romaine who was quietly and gently squeezing the Nun Princess’s b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

“I know, I know,” she answered naturally.

Amandina glared at her.

The merchant girl then stopped and asked, “Hmm, do you want to go out?”

“Yeah, this room is too stuffy, it makes me restless.” Amandina looked at the Nun Princess with slight jealousy, “And, if Princess Magadal suddenly wakes up, don’t tell her anything.” She added.

“But Brendel said it’s most likely that she won’t be able to wake up,” Romaine said.

“I said ‘if’.”

Romaine escorted Amandina out of the room.

And when she looked back, the Magadal’s eyelids moved a little. After a few seconds, it moved again.

This time she was sure it was real.

“Ah!”

“Ama…” the merchant girl immediately turned around and shouted, but she halted.

This is all thanks to my effort, so why do I have to tell her? Let’s wait for another moment.

She thought about this for a moment, then turned around and looked closely at the Nun Princess. she seemed to be trapped in a nightmare. Her eyebrows are tight and she was visibly exhausted. She struggled for a moment and uttered some words.

Romaine was curious so she approached and carefully positioned her ear next to the princess’s mouth, only then she could hear some words clearly. “How can this happen, be careful…”

“Be careful……”

“Huh?” The merchant girl stood up, and took the situation seriously for once. Then she placed her finger on the princess’s forehead, and said, “Miss Magadal, are you dreaming? Let little Romaine help you get out of it…”

The room s.h.i.+mmered.

…

The heavy rain conceived a blurry world on the plaza of Anderla Cathedral. A series of black coaches pa.s.sed through the rain, stopping quietly in front of the cathedral’s main gate.

The emblems on the carriages glinted in the light for a moment.

Vitokin’s pale lone wolf; Arreck’s mountains and eagles; Covardo’s crescent lilies; Seifer’s howling and blazing moon; Grinoires’s sword and dark oak; Karsuk’s dark tower.

Yanbao’s broken blade dimmed a little. [TL: They’re talking about the emblems of the Dukes.]

Arreck walked down the carriage calmly, Devard the Hawk and Silver Knight Sylvia accompanied him. He looked up. Duke Seifer smiled and nodded his head in reply not far away. But it was the men accompanying Duke Seifer that caught his attention.

Fiery Nicholas, the Sword Grandmaster of Seifer’s royal family. His power should be way above Devard and the Silver Knight,

Brendel turned his focus to the old man in the purple robe. Prince Luke’s teacher, ‘The Wonder Chaser’ Garlock, a Kirrlutz native who’s battle power was comparable to Wood’s.

The old man, a general of the Black Blade Squad, next to Count Vitokin was Nigel, also known as ‘The Unshakable Sword’. Although he was not a Sword Grandmaster yet, he was an Elemental Awakener. Apparently, he was so strong some even thought he was already in the Elemental Realm.

Vitokin was his attendant when Nigel was younger. Besides, Vitokin himself had the potential to ascend to the Gold rank.

Brendel looked around and saw the head of the White Lion Legion and the admiral Count Janilasu. He frowned, seems like all the experts are here.

Including the leader of the Highland Knights, the most powerful people in Aouine and most of the Kingdom’s Elemental Awakeners were all almost gathered here, plus many other Gold rankers as well. The power of the country was undoubtedly exhibited here.

But compared to the forces in Kirrlutz, this was nothing. Of course, Brendel was the only one who knew that.

“Do you know all of them?” Dilferi who was standing at the side asked.

“I’ve only seen them once before,” Brendel answered.

While he answered, the others walked into the Rokshbe Hall. It was a place that was often mentioned in history.

And when the two of them stepped into the hall, Brendel admired the hall’s magnificence.

Above the arches, the mural of the Flame King Gretel expelling the Miirna people was painted in bright colors. The famous Holy Sword Oderfeiss was dazzling. The sages were determined to get rid of darkness, but would their descendants have the same determination?

Afraid not.

There was complete silence in the main hall.

Something was different in the cathedral. Archbishop Moros opened the door and glanced around, and he was silent. He walked to the middle of the meeting place with two high-positioned bishops on each side.

And everyone present realized it: something has happened!

Brendel raised his head and squinted his eyes but he saw no expression in Duke Arreck. Duke Seiferdid does not look scared, and he stared at his niece who was directly opposite from him with a smile.

Princess Gryphine had no expression on her face, and the members of the Royal Faction who were standing beside her had a grim look

Something must have happened with the Royal Faction.

Moros paused for a moment, there was no hint of happiness nor anger on his darkened face. He slowly raised his head and prayed, “Dear Marsha, you are definitely pleased with your people’s continuous yearning and pursuit for peace, because it doesn’t matter if they are people of Kirrlutz or Aouine, the descendants of the Flame King will always uphold on justice-”

“However,” He said sharply, with a serious look on his face. “Ampere Seale is now shrouded in darkness. The cathedral’s management was incompetent. Even those acts of our young generation are despicable and outrageous!” Moros further condemned.

“Before I headed here, I received a message claiming that some of you here have colluded with the Sheep! But I refuse to believe that. But if you did, I hope you can stand up and confess before the meeting starts.”

After Archbishop Moros said this, everyone started discussing among themselves.

The hall was inevitably filled with buzzing discussion noises. Everyone was curiously looking around. It seemed like they were trying to find the hidden mole among the n.o.bles.

Only Brendel looked towards where Duke Seifer, Yoakam and Vitokin were, who all had a smug expression on their faces. Only Arreck was stone faced, like he had nothing to do with it.