Warlock Sadr waved, Lion Heart Holy Sword fell from the air and landed on www..lā?? He erected his sword and watched it carefully – the afternoon sun was passing through the gap between the blinds, forming a narrow strip The light band just falls on the sword edge.
The swaying blade is a dazzling luster.
After watching it for a while, Warlock Sadr said: “This sword is the sword of Eicht in the life of the Lionheart. It is said that this is a sword that symbolizes the ideal. It will choose those who share the same lofty beliefs; but rarely Some people know that this sword was cast by the fragments of Holy Sword Ordefeiss, and the soul of Holy Sword was in the blade. Its first owner was the seat of Flaming Knight and the ancestor of First King Eicht.
“About seven centuries ago, the sword was lost from Kirrlutzian’s hand to the southern wilderness land; but not as described in history, First King Eicht stole the Holy from Kirrlutzian’s hand. Sword, that’s better than a testament left by Flame King before he died. Aouine’s established, Wind Elf’s intervened, all for the purpose, but to cover up a bigger secret.”
He said, turning the sword edge and putting the Lion Heart Holy Sword back on the desk: “And this sword is the key to the secret.”
After all, Warlock Sadr raises head and looks at Amandina. He looks like a sword, but Amandina is only slightly frowns, his face is always one’s composure.
Her heart is another scene –
She can still remember the scene of the summer night that year, the rays of light in the back of the witch, shrouded in the sky above the south.
A bright strip of light traversed the center of the night, the stars were woven, and the trillion-dollar starlight fell down from the sky, as if it were the deepest glimmer of memory. It was the courtyard of my own home, and the waters of the Bruglas in the distance.
“Father, is that sword really so powerful?”
“Of course,” Viscount Nelson smiled and touched his daughter’s head: “So Anne, you have to grow up quickly.”
“why?”
Viscount Nelson smiled and didn’t speak.
He licked his daughter’s head again, and the latter screamed at his father’s big hand.
“Annie.” Viscount Nelson remembered one thing.
“Ok?”
“Remember what I told you yesterday?”
“Well, I remember, my grandfather said that we are descendants of Erkan III, a descendant of the Sifah family, my real name is Moria – Etarina-de-Sifah.”
Viscount Nelson lightly smiled, patted her little shoulder: “You must remember that although this name may not be used in your life, the blood of First King Eicht that we have in the body has decided us. Responsibility for this kingdom – “
“responsibility?”
“That is one day, when Aouine needs us to come forward, I hope you must be brave.”
“I will be brave,” the little girl’s eyes flashes flashes, “father.”
“Okay,” Viscount Nelson laughed: “Let’s go, mother is calling us… yes, wait for Time, I will take you to the villa in the suburbs to play.”
“Really?”
“Of course, talk and count!”
Can clearly say no words –
Amandina bit her lip. In her memory, shortly after that, her family sold her family. Life seemed to be impoverished, and the promise no longer had room for realization.
She waited for a long time, father disappeared, mother washed her face in tears, and lost weight day after day, and it was not until many years later that another man took her to realize that wish.
The courtyard that can be remembered as a child has long ceased to exist.
Warlock Sadr looked suspiciously at the complex expression on the girl’s face and asked, “What are you thinking?”
Amandina’s black lacquered scorpion is clear again and gradually firmer.
From the memories came back to his senses, she shook her head slowly and replied: “Nothing, just some memories of this sword, adults.”
“what is that?”
“Adult, you should understand the significance of this sword for the descendant of the Sifah family.”
Sadr is clear, nodded said: “it doesn’t matter, we can give you this sword, little girl.”
Amandina didn’t talk, obviously understand that these two people can’t be so kind, and sure enough, she only listened to each other and said: “…but we have to get the secret behind this sword, it has nothing to do with your Sifah family – this The sword is actually a key, only the real Aouine royal bloodline can hold it open the door.”
He stopped and continued: “As the direct descendant of First King Eicht, I think you will not let us down, right?”
Amandina was silent for a moment.
Either join.
Either die.
This is indeed a simple choice.
There was a long period of time, she brief remark, only silently watching the sword.
Warlock Sadr was not in a hurry, and brief remark waited for her answer, as if she had already had a good idea.
A moment later, Amandina finally raises head and replied in a word stop: “Understood, as the direct descendant of First King Eicht, I will not let you down.”
The girl said this sentence very seriously.
Unfortunately, neither Warlock Sadr nor Makarov understood.
