Amber Sword

Chapter 1186: Chapter 298: Vortex II

The Princess lunged at Brand’s chest with her sword, the tip glinting silver that seemed to split the dark rainy night, reflecting the lightning outside the window, leaving the entire room in a single, blinding white color.

Thunder roared.

The longsword pierced through the Earth Sword and Harangeya’s defense, but it seemed as if there were a circle of transparent ripples around Brand, causing the sword tip to slide away involuntarily. Princess Griffine felt as though she had struck a smooth stone surface, the backlash making her lose grip and the longsword flew out of her hand, unfortunately puncturing the left eye of the ’Marshal of Atania’ (the Commander of the White Lion Legion during the Second Renaissance), a precious painting from the third century.

Brand then reacted, quickly grabbing her right wrist—the Half-Elf Princess’s hand was as soft as bone, with a faint warmth. But before he could savor the sensation, the determination in her eyes made his hair stand on end. His left hand! With a chilling realization, Brand grabbed the Princess’s left hand, where a shimmering dagger flickered with an eerie light.

Now both Princess Griffine’s wrists were firmly controlled by Brand, their posture somewhat intimate. She gritted her teeth and lifted her knee towards Brand’s abdomen, startling him; he never imagined a princess would be so decisive. In haste, he forgot about his Conflict Aura, pinning Princess Griffine’s hands and leaning against the wall.

Thunder rolled through the clouds, lightning once again bleached the earth.

"Hmmph," Princess Griffine groaned, her face showing a painful expression, her head bowed slightly, causing her long silver curly hair to tremble slightly.

She had no time to apply strength before being pressed firmly against the wall by Brand, her attack failing halfway. But this posture was beyond ambiguous; Brand was almost entirely pressed against her. As Erune’s Princess, untouched by life’s experiences, had never been so close to a stranger before, the masculine scent around Brand warmed the nape of her neck.

At this point, Princess Griffine finally resigned herself, closing her eyes, her body softening, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, letting the tears flow. Once released, emotions erupted uncontrollably, with glittering tears rolling down her cheeks, becoming a beauty bathed in tears.

Brand flustered, thinking, oh my Princess, don’t cry; you want to stab yourself, ready to attack me with that sword, what kind of predicament is this; he’d nearly destroyed Little Roman’s happiness for life, yet he seemed like the culprit behind all this.

However, the pitifully beautiful Half-Elf Princess was indeed too exquisite, with a face like smooth, alabaster stone under the flashes of stormy lightning. The future Regent Princess of Erune, who would uphold the nation, unwittingly tugged at his heart.

"Don’t cry."

Princess Griffine seemed not to hear, tears continuously flowing. She wasn’t fragile, but Ambeser truly made her understand despair; nobody lent a hand, not even the Royalists, who watched her fall into the abyss.

The only thing supporting her was her belief, but now, even that lone hope had been shattered. She remained stoic but could simply no longer hold on.

"This isn’t like our Princess."

"A tearful princess can’t lead Erune out of crisis."

"Princess Griffine."

"If you keep crying, I’ll leave," Brand awkwardly coaxed, recalling his previous life’s sole experience with women being his interactions with his Senior Sister. Was this considered experience?

But Princess Griffine was no child; pent-up feelings burst out uncontrollably, leaving her like a marionette that had lost its spirit, only proved alive by the string of teardrops falling like broken pearls.

After several fruitless attempts, Brand could no longer hold back. He suddenly lifted Princess Griffine’s chin, then bent down.