Amber Sword

Chapter 1149: Chapter 287: The Princess and the Knight

’Bang’ a crisp sound echoed, and the arched window glass shattered like butterflies. The cultists swarmed in, some wearing monk soldier robes, others donning noble guards’ attire, but all with expressions cold as iron, their swords gleaming with chilling light. Two hundred years ago, during the Glory era, Erune’s nobles were born to follow Former King Ai Ke into life and death, all skilled in archery and horse riding; yet the current kingdom’s nobles are half lost in revelries, facing such ruthless foes, they resemble a collapsing wall retreating, as fear-induced screams and howls erupted in a cacophony.

Amidst the crowd, only the princess and her entourage remained steadfast, like rocks amidst a retreating tide; the nobles still remembered the royal dignity, even as they retreated, they steered clear of Princess Griffine, similar situations occurring near Anlek and several Dukes. They thus stood out strikingly in the hall. The cultists tore through the crowd like tigers among sheep, carving a bloody path with their blades, as if severing not human limbs but thorny branches, turning the river of blood into a torrent, fear-induced screams transforming into haunting wails.

The half-elf girl had an ironclad expression; no matter what, those present had once been her father’s subjects, now fallen as souls beneath the blades of maniacs. She was furious at the Holy Temple’s inaction, yet softly gripped Sir Wolf’s hand beside her, "Overwell."

"Princess." The palace’s great mage raised his snowy eyebrows, shouting ahead of her: "I know what order you wish to issue, but please retract your command, swiftly retreat to a safe place. It is inappropriate to linger here. This area is under the Holy Temple’s jurisdiction; the Great Priest will naturally give us an account, we absolutely need not interfere."

"The kingdom’s subjects are bleeding and sacrificing, when did Erune’s domestic affairs become subject to Kruz people’s criticisms?" Princess Griffine turned back, coldly questioning. At this moment, her aura resembled a drawn treasure sword, imposing and intimidating, causing Macaro to falter in speech. The cunning fox’s face changed, realizing this princess indeed lived up to her reputation, often deceiving with her frail appearance.

"Overwell, disperse the crowd!" Griffine remained unfazed. She received the longsword from her guard, gathering her silver hair with a clean and efficient motion.

The nobles eagerly made way, but once they did, they revealed the fierce cultists behind them. Unarmed, Macaro muttered direly, only now realizing that the cultists who stormed into the hall were at least Silver Peak level, with a few reaching Gold Level strength.

But at this moment, retreat was impractical; Erune’s former cunning fox reacted swiftly, immediately shouting: "Overwell, take the princess away, leave this to us!"

Before he finished speaking, a sleek, black, broad-bladed longsword appeared before his eyes. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"Ah, where did your sword come from?" Seeing Brand draw a half-human-high sword from beneath his cloak, everyone gasped; attendants were not permitted weapons, even Liwu, Overwell, Macaro and others were weaponless, yet this guy somehow discreetly procured such a menacing instrument, prompting curses on the temple’s security measures for being ineffectual.

Of course, they wrongly accused the temple, as Brand carried the inherited legacy of Priest Anman—a dimension hole. Not to mention bringing a small Earth Sword, even stowing a crossbow cannon inside was no problem.

Brand cared little for them; the air was filled with a familiar scent. He instinctively stood before Griffine, swinging his sword forward. Everyone froze in shock; Brand’s slash was directed at empty air, but before they could react, ’clang’ a thin metallic reverberation penetrated the atmosphere, and the space before Brand distorted, transforming into a grey-robed assassin wielding a longsword.

The assassin also showed a stunned face, clearly baffled at how he was discovered.

"Invisibility Spell!" Macaro’s expression changed.

But Liwu remained silent; this was evidently not an invisibility spell, but some special ability. As a great mage who crossed into the Elemental Domain, he possessed several detection spells, mere invisibility was not enough to evade his sight; yet moments ago, he had been completely unaware of the assassin’s presence, ’But how did this guy uncover it?’ He glanced at Brand, deep confusion written in his eyes.