Amber Sword
Chapter 100 - 42 Acts Middle-aged Man

Chapter 100: 42 Acts Middle-aged Man

Seeing Frey at a loss, Brand thought she should have already understood the true face of these so-called local troops of Ridenburg somewhat, but it was not enough. He planned to let her understand more clearly, as only reality could make Frey realize their current situation.

Of course, Brand didn’t intend to let her lose the last shred of hope for this kingdom. Sometimes acting isn’t just about raw passion; charging recklessly can only lead to bruises and blood.

Brand has never been a rash person; he hoped Frey would also learn to act with composure. Of course, he would protect them when necessary; the bottom line was to ensure that these people would not truly harm Frey and Romant.

He watched calmly to see how Frey would handle this crisis, yet noticed her gaze falling into the distance. He was stunned and followed her gaze, finding that direction led to the eastern camp of Ridenburg - it seemed to be called that. There he saw a group of people, varying in height, clustered around a tall middle-aged man, followed by a group of White-maned Light Infantry, dispersing to control the area - they appeared to be nobles.

Brand suddenly found it interesting. He hadn’t anticipated such good luck, like someone sending a pillow when you want to sleep. However, Frey also reacted quickly and immediately noticed those big shots. He roughly understood Frey’s thoughts and nodded secretly.

From a normal person’s perspective, Frey’s reaction was very correct. Of course, Brand just wanted to see her get bruised and bloodied. Although this might sound unfair to the future Valkyrie, Brand knew his intentions were for her good, and that was enough.

Besides, it was also Frey’s own choice.

He looked back, and two guards were approaching Frey with long swords out. They evidently hadn’t expected that, amidst their two companions quietly surrendering, this girl would dare to resist—and do so decisively. She jumped into the tower first and rushed toward the weapon rack.

The two were startled and hurriedly drew their long swords to meet her. But Frey suddenly turned back and grabbed one guard’s wrist with her right hand, dodged sideways, and struck his armpit with a knife-hand from her left hand—each action flowed smoothly from snatching the sword to subduing him. In an instant, the guard screamed in pain, arched his back, and collapsed on the ground.

The ponytailed girl took the sword and clashed it with the other guard’s sword. Three consecutive strikes, relying on the strength she gained battling the Golden Magic Tree, forced the guard back five steps against the wall, then she flipped the sword and knocked him on the head with the hilt, causing him to bleed and fall back.

Then she turned around, and her momentum frightened the remaining four guards, including their captain, to retreat together. Frey couldn’t help feeling bitter that the army of Ridenburg she had always relied on was of such a level. She thought they were all as strong as Brand, maybe a bit worse, but at least not far off!

But Brand quietly exclaimed, splendid. The local guards were merely veterans from the militia, while Frey’s skills had steadily climbed to the Guard Team’s level, especially with her calmness—it was truly remarkable.

Yet he glanced at those far-off White-maned Light Infantry, thinking if Frey believed the kingdom’s regular army matched this strength, she would likely suffer losses very soon.

But now his task was not to interfere with the future Valkyrie’s judgment. Therefore, he suddenly grabbed the two guards beside him and threw them out before they could react. Then he snatched his Elf Sword, striking down the long swords of the two guards holding Romant.

"What do you plan to do?" He ignored the guards wailing on the ground, grabbed Romant’s hand, and ran over.

Frey glared at him, then glanced toward the barracks, conveying the meaning without words.

"Going over there? Well, they say the King of Hell is easier to deal with than little devils." Brand laughed.

"What does that mean?" Romant asked curiously, rubbing her wrist. Those people gripped her too hard just now, making her hand sore.

"It means, let’s see what those big shots say."

Frey felt this guy had deeper meanings in his words, but there was no time to argue. She looked in disgust at the guard captain who had collapsed in fear, then quickly flipped out of the tower.