Chapter 278: Act 61 The Last Night of Brags (Part 2)

Frey fell silent.

She seemed to be lost in thought for a moment and then looked up at him again, her light brown eyes were as deep as a pair of brown gemstones. The girl knight raised her left hand, hesitated, and then took off the ring on her index finger: “Brando, take this ring. You need it more than I do outside.”

Brando was slightly startled. He looked at the Fireball Technique ring, the ruby shining brightly under the candlelight.

He then looked at Frey, who turned her face slightly and said: “This ring originally belonged to you. I… I… just borrowed it temporarily, have you forgotten?”

At that moment, the bartender who had been chatting with him stood up, patted the young man on the shoulder, and smiled: “Mate, it looks like you’re having a little trouble. I’ll go busy myself for a bit and come back to tell you about the legend of that wine cup later.” Saying this, he took his glass and thoughtfully walked to the other side of the bar to deal with some drunken mercenaries.

The girl knight with long ponytail saw this and instinctively closed her mouth, unable to say a word.

But Brando shook his head and smiled slightly, his light smile unable to conceal the warmth in his heart. He looked at Frey and felt the heavy weight of the word “comrade” in his heart once more. Initially, he had only left a message for Frey, but didn’t expect this stubborn girl from the Buqi countryside to insist on meeting him after seeing Romantics.

He knew very well that the ring was not the sole reason for her visit, but rather the care hidden under this gesture.

At this moment, Frey felt a turmoil in her heart. She clenched her fist. When she first heard that Brando and the others were leaving, the only thought in her mind was— even if she blindly ran out, she just wanted to see everybody—this feeling was like a child who couldn’t be separated from their guardian.

Calming down, she only felt her face burning.

She had been pondering one question. She would go to Erune’s Royal Cavalry Academy alone, leave everyone, especially Brando. Could she really achieve what Brando said to her? Protecting little Phyllis and everyone else.

Frey felt herself filled with anxiety and doubts about an uncertain future. Brando was like a lifeline in front of her, but when the moment came, she dared not reach out to grasp him tightly.

The girl knight stared at Brando’s hem, dazed for a while.

Of course Brando saw through her thoughts, as Frey’s thoughts were written all over her face. He smiled faintly, stretched out his hand, and took the ring. The girl knight was slightly stunned and looked up: “You… you accepted it?”

“Of course, how could I refuse a ring given by the Valkyrie?” Brando smiled. But he knew that Frey wouldn’t encounter any danger at the Royal Knight Academy, and he indeed needed every bit of strength now. Otherwise, he would never have accepted the ring just to ease Fry’s mind.

“Valkyrie?”

“In my hometown, there’s a story about a Valkyrie. The legendary Valkyrie was valiant, on horseback, holding a swallowtail banner in one hand and a longsword in the other, leading her people to victory. She protected her country.” Brando looked at her and smiled faintly, thinking of another Valkyrie story in his heart.

In the gloomy end of the First Epoch of Vorn, that woman on horseback, clad in silver armor, with shimmering light brown eyes looking at each of her subordinates. Brando remembered the backdrop should be the gray sky of Magele Castle, the broken banner of the Silver Cross Army drooping weakly on the long spear—while the female general rode her beloved horse—Silver Sand, she was shorter than many warriors—not much taller than Frey now.

At that time, she still kept the long ponytail from the Buqi era, the familiar brown ponytail on the battlefield, behind her representing a name that could be relied upon. It made everyone feel reassured because it was Frey, the Guardian, the Valkyrie of Erune.

The Frey of that time just looked down at each of them, riding her beloved horse draped in silver armor and slowly passing by every one of them.

It was drizzling.

Her only subordinates were the hundreds of academy students from the Royal Knight Academy, among them were many offspring of great nobles, some of whom later became their most formidable enemies. But at that time, they all followed the female knight, with a group of white-robed knights appearing before the eyes of their ragtag soldiers.