Amber Sword

Chapter 1200: Chapter 303: Maelstrom VII_2

They appeared here, and Brand instantly knew what they were up to.

Truly bold beyond imagination.

At this moment, Frey finally stepped out from behind Brand. The first thing she noticed, obviously, was the two noisy little guys, which made her freeze for a moment: "Brand, why are there two goblins?"

"No, we’re not goblins! We’re elves!" Jill burst into anger immediately, he could endure hanging, but absolutely could not tolerate others slandering him as a goblin.

Although in Vorn, goblins and elves indeed both belong to the great family of fairy creatures, elves absolutely disdain associating with filthy goblins. In their view, goblins are all cave dwellers, or rather cave dwellers are the ancestors of goblins.

"Elves? Aren’t elves supposed to be small?" The future Valkyrie gestured, implying that elves are only a couple of inches tall, and pretty with wings.

"That’s forest elves, we’re big elves!" Jill retorted indignantly, but his tone involuntarily carried a hint of dejection; just like how elves view goblins, big elves are indeed much lower in bloodline compared to the elves in the forest.

"I see, ah—" Frey was just nodding, but suddenly saw the bag behind the two big elves, her face turned pale all at once: "Princess Magdal!"

Brand’s face also changed, he didn’t wait for Jill to explain and immediately separated them, pressed his hand on the neck of Princess of Antobro—cold to the touch, yet still soft, only the pulse could no longer be felt—Brand, who had learned Battlefield First Aid from Frey, certainly knew what this meant, but he was still not resigned, pulled up a virtual screen to check, and instantly felt a chill in his heart.

On the flickering screen, there was a line of chillingly cold words:

Name: Magdal Armanglodur de Antobro

Race: ???

Gender: Female

Status: Death

The sword wound on her chest almost pierced through. A human suffering from such a wound, even if one foot stepped into the Realm of Elements, would be unquestionably doomed, let alone that Princess Magdal was just an ordinary person...

Brand’s hand trembled slightly, his expression instantly turned somber. Princess Magdal didn’t have much interaction with him, whether in this world or in the game, but this Nun Princess left such a good impression on him in their brief meetings, temperate and gentle, without the common faults of noble ladies, not antiquated and indifferent, even kind of warm and hospitable; most commendably, in the deceitful circle of nobles, she didn’t pick up a single bad habit, even in Erune’s and the Holy Temple’s darkest days, maintaining the purest heart.

To firmly uphold one’s beliefs for friendship, such people are rare even in the more spiritually advanced modern societies. Although this Princess of Antobro was a believer, she believed in true truth, the most radiant side of human hearts.

Frey crouched silently beside Brand, this is not the first person to be sacrificed in this political struggle, but it was someone she was most familiar with—this close friend of the princess, a girl usually affectionate and gentle, now lying there so cold, turning into a lifeless body.

This shock made her bite her lip tightly.

Brand sighed, reached out to smooth the princess’s hair, which was messed up from the fight, trying to make her look more peaceful.

"Brand..." The voice of the future Valkyrie was trembling, she wasn’t unacquainted with death, yet couldn’t understand why one would slaughter each other to such an extent.

To the Holy Temple, wasn’t the Nun Princess always the most devoted believer?

Brand shook his head, also with some doubts. This outcome was beyond his expectations, in his thoughts, even if Magdal was exposed, at most she would just be incarcerated, how could the other side dare to resort to such brutal measures, their intense reaction was really beyond his imagination.

But at this moment, he couldn’t make sense of it, his mind feeling like a tangled mess.

He was never seen by others as someone rational to the point of cold indifference—this trait made him directly opposite to most nobles on this land, who admire such icy rationality, even consider it an outstanding quality necessary for a great lord—but Brand is out of place with this characteristic.