Amber Sword

Chapter 1192: Chapter 300: IV_2

"Of course, we don’t necessarily have to fight our way out of the venue; we can choose the time either before entering or leaving the Andevor Temple, when the other party will be least vigilant."

"Moreover, the key is when we head to the venue, Macaro and the others will lower their guard, thinking the Princess doesn’t have the courage to fall out with them." Ou Fuwei’er also nodded.

Everyone present was smart. Brand had thought of it before them, not because he was superior, but because he stood from an outsider’s perspective, even stepping out of this section of history, and had a clearer understanding of what would happen at the upcoming meeting. Meanwhile, the Princess’s faction faced the fear of the unknown future, wondering if the Flame Temple would turn on them at the next meeting.

But once Brand pierced this layer of the window pane, everyone present reacted.

"Then let’s schedule it after the meeting ends. The Royalists still have a battle with Duke Xifah; we’ll just watch." In an instant, the ability to grasp the situation seemed to return to the Princess, who smiled slightly with a hint of sarcasm: "The Flame Temple won’t move against us in the short term either, as they’ll have to wait for the northern Alliance to arrive, won’t they?"

"Since we need to attend the noble meeting, could we trouble Mr. Brand to escort the Prince out of the estate?"

Though it was called escorting, it was practically akin to a daylight robbery. Yet Brand shook his head: "I’m not suitable for this role. First, I don’t know the Prince, and secondly, I’m afraid the troops under the Princess’s command are not enough for this breakout, and I have a troop in Ambeser. I will personally command them to assist the Princess in breaking through."

Those present brightened at these words, unable to stop themselves from looking up at Brand. They hadn’t expected this ’Princess’s Knight’ to actually bring an army here. Of course, Brand’s current visible identity was the Royal Family’s ’spy’, so naturally, the credit went to the Princess.

Ou Fuwei’er couldn’t resist taking another look at his student; had she really anticipated today’s situation?

Only Princess Griffine’s eyes sparkled repeatedly.

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"Did the Princess have Viscount Begning escort Prince Haruz?"

Thunder and storm were gathering over the entire city, the clouds layered like a canvas dyed in shades of gray-black, as the paint spread along the rain lines, the storm clouds changing shape.

Rain washed over the eaves—

Heavy rain quickly wove into silver bands of light, and water droplets rolled down the brim of hats, forming fine trickles. Fortunately, the oilcloth cloak was waterproof; Frey turned her head, her gray-brown eyes shining in the dark, and she looked at Brand with a side glance, her fair skin reflecting the glow like jade.

Brand nodded.

The Viscount Begning he knew was the youngest son of Duke Xifah, who stood with this camp out of admiration for the Princess. He hadn’t left a glorious name in history, later seemingly becoming the head of the Xifah Family, and that’s all there was to it.

However, this man was loyal to the Princess, yet remained outside the Royalist circle, making him a perfect fit for this task. But for some reason, Brand felt vaguely uneasy; was it due to jealousy?

"I heard..." Frey hesitated.

"Heard what?" Brand turned to look at her. The future Valkyrie had shed a bit of her youthful naivety but still carried the stubborn image of the militia captain from Buqi countryside.

"I heard Viscount Begning admired the Princess. He was originally the youngest son of Duke Xifah, and by coming here, it represents a betrayal of his family. I think the Princess trusts him for a reason."

Brand noncommittally uttered an ’hmm’.

Brand knew that the Princess, in her girlhood, might not have been devoid of tenderness, only that she exhibited a harder heart than most. The Colcorva family she represented and the Xifah family behind Begning could never unite, but perhaps Viscount Begning once truly won the Princess’s heart.

The torrential rain poured down, lightning occasionally illuminated the entire world, casting it into a vast expanse of white. The Ande Fulei Grand Temple stood silently in the rain, the entire structure resembling a silent wall, upon which statues of Stone Statue Ghosts and Flying Dragons stood, each an invaluable artistic treasure.