Chapter 184
TL: Okay, I didn’t expect the teaser to be seen as a cliffhanger. I was thinking, man Brendel has a grand speech, surely there must be something that’s going to come out of it. I still don’t have the time to edit the recent chapters, so expect errors.
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Chapter 128 – The acknowledgement from the knights
The youth’s voice seemed to linger in their minds.
They were silenced by his words, cutting through their excuses and beliefs, forcing them to lower their heads and ponder upon their actions. Even ardent supporters of the crown, Fleetwood and Makarov’s minds were shaken in that moment. Was the origin of Aouine not the brightest era?
But they calmed down and reinforced their beliefs.
"The ancestral king’s ideals are lofty and admirable, but the era now is different from the era of the past." The elderly scholar sighed: "To the very end, we cannot allow ourselves to abandon our plans because of the possibility of the Lionheart abandoning us."
"Ideals will not change reality!" Makarov added to Fleetwood’s words with an indignant voice.
"Therefore you would answer the arrogant and ruthless n.o.bles with your own coldblooded hubris. What is the difference between you and them?" Brendel answered with vehement displeasure. "The royal crown, the n.o.bles, any of you, would not bring real change to Aouine, therefore your failure is a.s.sured. Even if you claim victory over Duke Arreck, are you capable of winning against Madara?"
"Stop your nonsense!" Makarov’s voice was like the grinding of teeth: "How would a kingdom splintered into political factions be able to fight against the invaders! This matter has nothing to do with you, now please fulfill your promise and give the Golden Apple to us!"
Brendel’s body shook though he was trying to suppress his laughter.
"The royal faction allowed Madara’s invasion to come to pa.s.s! How would Aouine ever be able to repel the invaders? Your king betrayed Aouine! This Fairy’s Apple that is capable of changing a person’s destiny, but—" Brendel glanced sadly at Scarlett, before he raised his voice: "It won’t change a kingdom’s destiny. Maybe that sickly king of yours can survive, or that cowardly prince of yours might finally grow a pair of b.a.l.l.s, but your actions will only hinder her first step—" (TL: Brendel is referring to the princess.)
"So," Brendel placed the fruit back into his bag: "You’re not getting it."
"You b.a.s.t.a.r.d!" Makarov bellowed angrily, his chest full of rage after being played by Brendel. Even though he knew that it was a huge possibility that Brendel was toying with him, it was his condescending tone that truly enraged him. The advisor known as the ‘Cunning Fox’ lost his wits and regained that ident.i.ty of the former Grey Wolves Mercenaries’ commander, drawing out his sword.
The metallic clang rang out as he rushed towards Brendel—
The latter did not retreat or move, staring at him without unflinching eyes. When the blade reached the youth’s nose, a barrier with hexagon-like plates lit up as lights, with magic runes appearing in between the plates, appearing and disappearing quickly.
Fleetwood’s wrinkled face paled as though he saw a ghost.
"Ancient magic!" He squeezed out the words from his throat as he looked at Brendel, not knowing what to do. The only known race that could use magic like this was the dragon race.
Brendel thanked Rauze in his mind and appreciated Makarov’s pallor without any injuries.
"What are you&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;" Makarov’s throat moved as he retreated in surprise.
"I—" Brendel wanted to mock him further but was cut short.
"Mister Brendel, that oath you just recited seemed to have resonated with something; this power, is really strange&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip; I can’t suppress it any longer&h.e.l.lip;&h.e.l.lip;" Rauze whispered urgently. "I can’t hold it any longer, I’m releasing the barrier&h.e.l.lip;.."
"Hey, wait!" Brendel wanted to ask her to hold the barrier a little longer, before he suddenly felt a tremor from inside his deepest self. That was definitely not Rauze’s prank or the resonance between the Planeswalkers’ cards; it was as if a spark had gone into his mind that was brilliant and gentle, then became a light that lit up the dark.