Act 127: Power and Responsibility (Part 1)

"Akane?"

Macaro was stunned for a moment, and then glanced at Brando with bitterness, and then understood what the other party's previous question was intended for. But this time is too critical, and Lewoods will never allow him to upset this young man, even if the members of the group are separated in front of him, he can only knock out his teeth and swallow blood. It's just that this punch came quickly and ruthlessly, even if it was with his determination, in the face of the disbelief, questioning or questioning gaze of the girl he had adopted, he couldn't help but look away.

Even if he had a thousand and ten thousand excuses to explain, and even if he understood that this girl, who usually regarded himself as an adopted daughter, wanted him to at least defend it, even if it was a word, but at this moment Macaro could not say a word.

Everyone present could feel the power of the Golden Heart beating on Akane's body, the Golden Steps. Macaro didn't know what had happened to her, and the strength had risen so quickly, he thought it was the potential to explode in a life-and-death situation, which meant that the girl with the long red ponytail hair was at least a genius - a genius that they had overlooked. But on the other side, the Golden Tree in Brando's hand also exuded the power of a purer golden heart.

That's the origin of the Golden Bloodline.

Eat it, and you have the fate of the chosen one.

Macarlo's words of explanation rolled in his throat a few times, but when he spoke, it became: "Akane, what are you ......?"

His words seemed to overdraw all the strength of the young girl, and she looked straight at the man, the man who had long occupied the corner of her father in her heart; Her gaze was not so much disappointed as it contained a deep plea that she was willing to believe, even if it was just a lie about happiness. She was helpless like that foolish daughter, waiting for her heartless relatives to change her mind, hoping that he would turn back to her and say, "I'm sorry, welcome back......

But what she was waiting for was a gentle word from Gu Zuo, which sounded like concern, but was so pale that he distanced himself like a stranger. The tall figure in her impression seemed to suddenly become distant and blurred, she grabbed her chest with one hand, and tears burst out: "I'm sorry, why ......" She whimpered like a wounded animal, lost the last of her strength, fell to her knees on the ground, closed her eyes, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Unconscious -

Seeing such a scene, Makaro couldn't say a word.

Brando looked at the man coldly.

He felt someone nudge him from behind, and the young man nodded to show that he understood what the other party meant, and if it weren't for the dragon girl Arnolds, he wouldn't have been able to detect Akane's arrival with his ability. However, it was not his intention to let her go through such a sad thing, maybe he already knew what Macaro would answer, but even so, he had to understand this - the truth was not a charity, but he could not tolerate Macaro further playing chess around him.

"I'm sorry." Brando sighed.

He stood up, walked over to help Akane up, and wiped the dirt off her face—the girl showed her weakness in her sleep, her tear-stained face a little pale, but serene like an angel. The young man straightened her body, then leaned her against a fir tree, and then turned back to look at everyone across from him with a condescending gaze.

"Mr. Brando?" Lee Woods saw that Makaro beside him was a little unstable, and had to interject.

"Macaro"

Brando interrupted, his anger finally burning out of his chest, and his voice was as cold as a blade. Everyone was stunned, not understanding why Brando's attitude had suddenly changed, but the young man shouted angrily, "Don't think I don't know where you came from—"

"Since Anson VII, Eruin has been declining, and the light in the darkness seems to rise and fall in the chaos—obscure and dim, and the timing seems fleeting. Ten years, you have seized the opportunity to turn defeat into victory, and invested a qiē chess piece like a gambler, the whole plan is precise, ruthless, and seems logical, but this qiē is nothing more than to overthrow the powerful Grand Duke Anlek. You don't let the world think that the old thing of Archduke Lantoni Lan is just trying to save the last thing. Who else are you helping, Sivac? ”

Brando's words pierced the hearts of everyone present like a sharp sword, and the faces of Macaro and Lewoods turned white for a moment. They subconsciously forgot to breathe for a moment, and only had time to guess where this young man was sacred.

The young people had already pointed out the outline of their one-qiē plan, which they believed to be a sacred and desperate act. The sacrifice of a qiē is worth it, and if necessary, it can even give one's own life for it, and the political confrontation has become a fanatical belief. As Brando said, there is only one opportunity, as long as you seize it, look forward to the moment when defeat turns into victory, and the dawn will surely sweep away the darkness.

This saga has a legendary ending. But they didn't expect that this plan would fall into the eyes of a strange young man, not even the slightest, this plan was decided ten years ago at the earliest, and some details were not even known to subsequent participants. So the young man in front of him under the pseudonym Brando-

Who is he?

What are his intentions?

But the more Brando spoke, the angrier he became, he straightened up like a blade, and his voice was as cold as the bitter cold of winter: "-You think that you can represent the justice of the royal family behind you, and that your sword fights for the future of this country, but your stupidity makes you lose sight of the fact that if you fail, can you send others to death with peace of mind?" ”

"Wait," Lewoods frowned slightly, a little annoyed. Although the young man had something very important to them, their plans were not to be desecrated - for they represented the glory of the royal family.

"What do you want to say, Master Lewoods?" Brando asked indifferently.

"What you said is based on a hypothesis......

"You want to know the truth?"

Brando sneered, he looked up and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

At this moment, it was as if another soul was standing with him, the young man's gaze seemed to see through the shackles of the world, and Sophie's words returned to the other side of his soul - so that time and space fell apart before him - but after a qiē calm, he saw a qiē in his eyes. Palaces and cities burned in flames, kingdoms overturned, and the familiar qiē of the past no longer existed at this moment.

Her Royal Highness the Princess's wishes.

Valkyrie-sama's oath.

The kingdom seemed to be reborn from the flames, and every player put a lot of effort into fighting for it, but they all failed in the face of the invasion of the undead of Madara's and the player's black tide. It seems to be a doomed failure, and a tragic ending. Yet these nobles are still here to control the fate of the country, as if they could see the final outcome—what they consider to be victory. Then, like a grim reaper, he clings to the life he holds on to and throws them into this frenzied sacrifice.

The unknown life flowed out like the cold blood in the bodies of these people.

Perished.

In exchange for a cold ending.

But no one is responsible.

The players remembered the black humor, but what about the nobles who stood tall? They just changed the board and continued their game. They are holy every time, representing light or darkness, justice or goodness, and this belief is not to be blasphemed, like the blood that flows in the body of a noble family, so unquestionable—superficially unquestionable.

"How am I going to tell you this truth......" Brando sighed a little tiredly, and he waved his hand, "It's like this golden apple in my hand." Of course I know what it does to you, because it makes your game more brilliant, it's like a shining weight that tilts the scales in your favor - that's what you imagined. ”

"Unfortunately, it's not me who wants to hit you. In any case, your defeat is doomed. He replied.

"What did you say?" This time, even Buga couldn't help frowning.

"Young people, not everyone can be a star." Leigh Woods shook his head.

"But the witches who have been demagogic with rumors have been burned at the stake," Macaro added, glancing coldly at Brando.

Brando smiled.

Yes, but he was the one who could foresee—no, see their failure. But he wouldn't say that, he just asked, "You don't believe me?" ”

"Why?" Buga asked simply.

"I remember, in the most glorious years of Erouin. The knights of Eruin carry trumpets and fluttering swallowtail flags, and when the trumpets blow, the kingdom blade moves forward. I remember that on the battlefield was a sea of flags, embroidered with the coat of arms of the golden Korkova, the coat of arms of Golan-Elson, the coat of arms of Anlek. I remember the nobles of that era, and they kept their oaths—" Brando laughed, "Remember that oath?" ”

Everyone was stunned.

"Don't remember?" Brando's eyes were full of scorn: "It's okay, I can read it to you." ”

"I make a sage vow under this sword, and I swear to lead my people—to lead them away from strife and slaughter, from the pride and greed of the nobles of the empire; I swear that in order not to repeat the cold-blooded mistakes of history, I will make the nobles of this new kingdom obey the spirit of chivalry, just and strict, righteous and heroic, merciful and generous, and I will keep it with all my life."

Brando read the passage with a sonorous voice, then looked at the group of people who were speechless for a moment.

"Remember who made this vow?" He asked softly.

Lewoods, Macaro and Buga glanced at each other, their faces slightly hot, of course they knew, how could they not know. They've just forgotten about it.

"Yes," Brando nodded, "this is the source of all your faith, the root of the noble spirit of Eruin, the oath made by your former king and the wise and benevolent monarch, the first king of the kingdom, the benevolent Ek the Merciful, under the Lionheart." Do you remember what he said? If one day the nobles of Eruin forget their duty, the sword will come from whence and return there, and it will no longer protect the country. ”

"Do you remember?"

"You don't remember—"

"That's a shame."

Brando sighed, his gaze cast into the forest.

The afternoon sun pierced through the woodland, and for the first time in the southern forest, it seemed so peaceful and peaceful.

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(PS. Regarding the problem that some students feel that the plot drags on, I will pay attention to it, it will be accelerated.)