Chapter 667 - v4c49 Long Road, Fragments of the Past (4) (1/2)

v4c49

Long Road, Fragments of the Past (4)

The others nearby seemed to have noticed something unusual between the two and stopped to look at them. Maynild felt Brendel’s gaze and quietly replied, “I have heard people speak of the beauty beyond the s.h.i.+ning Sea-”

“You’ve heard of it?”

“Yes.” Maynild nodded and did not seem like she wanted to pursue the topic. She took off her cloak and hung it on the back of the chair, then returned to sit with her knightly demeanor.

Brendel looked at her, deciding to stop asking questions. But he knew in his heart that that was impossible! He had seen that view before; he had seen the blue waves, the sunlight casting a white-golden section in the sea, and the white-brown peaks of the Kalanga Mountains reaching through the clouds where the sea and sky met.

But the memory of that time was like an old faded and charred photograph, he still vaguely remembered the faces in the photo, one of which was becoming more and more vivid, overlapping with the face of the female knight in front of him, as if it had been given color again.

Brendel frowned slightly, his mind was a jumbled mess of trivial details that had happened years, months, even days ago, and they intertwined and formed some speculations.

A thought that made him shudder slightly suddenly emerged.

Bai Jia, was it really her? Did she recognize him? Or did she only recognize that he was a player? Is this supposed to be a test? Brendel’s fingers trembled nervously. His fingertips touched the smooth edges of the wooden plate a little at a time, and he felt his throat dry and his heart pounding.

The people at the edge of the round table was quiet as well, the whispering of Laurenna and Filas.

Brendel quietly glanced towards Maynild’s direction. There was something paradoxical about this feeling. Is this female knight who I think she is? That was what he was hoping for. Because there was a feeling about the other person that was familiar to him, but she also felt like a stranger at the same time.

Besides, Brendel knew very well that if the other party was Bai Jia, she would have been more powerful than this. In the game, she had played for a shorter period of time than him, but her achievements were far greater than his. Her experience would never let her become a silent bystander after crossing over, and if it was her who was by the princess’s side, then there would be no need for him to deal with Arreck and Seifer.

But what was going on in the current situation?

Brendel was all too familiar with the Kalanga Mountains of the s.h.i.+ning Sea.

It was their first time at sea, and everyone was struck by the magnificent landscape of the s.h.i.+ning Sea, which was so intimate and so deeply burned into their memories that they simply could not forget it. It was as if it was the beginning of a story because, from that day, days of bloodshed followed.

All for the sake of that Aouine who had left them a memory-.

He looked at Maynild in stunned silence, but the female knight was at peace, “Jia ……” Brendel opened his mouth and uttered this short syllable.

The abrupt voice was as if a string snapped in a quiet room, piercing the brief silence and making everyone turn their heads. Laurenna stopped talking to Filas, subconsciously looking back.

But Brendel did not care about what the others might think.

He just needed an answer.

He stared at the shoulder-length dark hair, calm-faced female knight, Maynild’s’ slender fingers s.h.i.+vering slightly, “Senior?”

It was just with the slightest movement.

But it was as if a dagger had been thrust into Brendel’s heart, causing his veins to constrict all over his body. At that moment he felt a tingling sensation like suffocation, and then the blood flowed back in, giving him a short period of tinnitus.

Two lifetimes had pa.s.sed and he never thought he would re-encounter the one person who had changed him the most, who had taught him what companions.h.i.+p, pa.s.sion, and love were from his cold, selfish nature.

He stared into Maynild’s purple eyes, waiting for just one answer.

But Maynild raised her head and looked at him calmly, looking a little confused.

There was nothing but dead silence.

There were at least ten seconds of confusion before Filas broke the silence and asked, somewhat curiously, “Gar …… alfalfa festival? What does that mean, Count? Is it a dialect of Aouine?”