Amber Sword-Chapter 607 - 52 Acts: King of the Underground (3)(1 Update)_2
She paused, her voice becoming soft: "Actually, thank you, Lord, for not abandoning Qian. That’s enough..."
The girl took a breath and suddenly managed a smile with some effort: "So... I can’t be selfish either, can I?"
Brand was taken aback by these words.
He looked at Qian’s beautiful eyes like amber—even containing a trace of mist, but ultimately dim and lifeless. Suddenly, he understood.
If such an excellent girl were in a stable era of Vorn, she would never suffer this fate—
But was there ever a stable time in Vorn?
Amber Sword is set in a world of conflict and turmoil because a game needs a chaotic environment to weave an epic tale. But what is an epic? For this world, it’s nothing more than fire scorching the earth, bones piling up, and rivers of blood.
With the continuous encroachment on Vorn’s borders, wars became more frequent. Humans, out of survival needs, became more collective on one hand and more utilitarian and practical on the other.
The consequence was that individual existence became insignificant.
The warmth between people had long vanished. The entire society, when formed, was permeated with a cold taste—cruel yet efficient.
Although in Erune, the incompetence of the nobles holding the ruling power caused increasing rebellion, these rebellions were not aiming to overthrow the system of the world. Ultimately, it was because the people at the bottom generally doubted the legitimacy of the rulers—this legitimacy had nothing to do with bloodline or origin; the only standard for judgment was strength.
The strong were revered while the weak seemed destined to perish.
As a modern man, while Brand did not oppose the former, he could not agree with the latter.
It was like he knew that Qian’s story was not unique in this world—here, there were countless Qians—just like there were countless Funiyas. If it wasn’t for him, the fate of that little girl from Green Village wouldn’t have been better than that of the red-haired girl in front of him.
Wouldn’t it?
Moreover, there were people in this world who were even more unfortunate than them.
He was powerless to change all of this. This was different from changing the fate of Erune. It was a resistance against the will of this world itself, which represented the power of a vast society, as well as the natural laws forming this power.
After all, this was a world different from Earth.
Brand’s selfish wish was to save this kingdom, regardless of whether this wish might harm more people—these people might come from other countries in this world, whether Madara or Kruz—or even the oppression of the kingdom itself. He hadn’t given this much thought.
Brand just wished that those he knew, whether the Princess, the Valkyrie, or those who sacrificed their lives for this kingdom, would not see their tragedies repeat.
Rewrite history, that’s all.
Just like when tragedies like Qian’s happened around him, he didn’t think he could turn a blind eye.
So after hearing the girl’s words, Brand was slightly taken aback and then shook his head: "You’re overthinking. Am I such an incapable person?"
"But..." Qian was still hesitating.
"An excellent squad leader would never abandon any of his members—" Brand felt that at this moment he should say something seemingly cool. He remembered that this was what Senior Sister told him when passing the team to him.
But he found that he couldn’t be serious at all. He could only end up shaking his head and making a clumsy joke: "Don’t worry, I won’t take advantage of you."
Still, as soon as Brand said this, he almost cried inside, feeling he had embarrassed all transmigrators.
Qian didn’t fare much better. Her face turned completely red, and she quickly shook her head: "Of course not, it’s just..."
"No more justs," Brand felt that if he continued, he would really go crazy. So he simply picked Qian up in both hands, completely ignoring her startled cry.
Qian was completely stunned.
She never imagined that Brand would resort to force. Her mind was a mess, thinking: "He, he, he just said he wouldn’t take advantage of me—!" But the girl immediately buried her head like an ostrich into her chest, her ears burning red and her heart pounding, unable to utter a word.
She thought, is this the legendary princess carry?
She had envisaged many times during her time in the mercenary group that one day Ecco might carry her like this to the Holy Temple. But this small luxury had turned into a beautiful fantasy after Yura appeared.
However, this red-haired girl never imagined that one day someone would actually carry her this way. Only, this person was not the one she had imagined, and the surrounding dark mine tunnel also seemed a bit too eerie.
But when she leaned her head against Brand’s chest like an ostrich, although her heart was beating wildly, she inexplicably felt a sense of calm.
"The Lord is different from most people I’ve met," she thought, "and also different from Ecco. Being around him gives a strange sense of peace and trust. This feeling, surely Antitina and Miss Roman can also feel it..."
Qian suddenly understood why more and more people had been gathering around Brand in just a few months, although this was not unrelated to this young man’s capabilities—there were many in Vorn who had more background and ability than him.
But today she finally found the reason.
She ’tsk’ed lightly, thinking it lucky to follow such a Lord. It seemed Lord Marsha had not completely abandoned her.
But the prospect of losing her strength still made her feel a bit dim. Qian knew she wasn’t a genius. Recovering her strength might not be that easy.
But she shook her head to dismiss the thought, taking each day as it came. Brand’s every move had already set her mind at ease.
Lamentably, the girl didn’t know that she might have only a few days or even hours left to live.
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