Otaku Translation: The Amber Sword V2C137

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Chapter 137: First Contact, the Elemental Wall

As Brandon pondered, Baron Grudin snapped his fingers. Immediately, two servants approached, each carrying a wooden box. They cleared the table and placed the boxes before Brandon, bowing slightly before retreating.

The baron rose to his feet and gestured for Brandon to proceed.

"What is this?" Brandon thought to himself. There was no way this man would offer him anything good. Though he was a viscount, Grudin had no reason to curry favor with him. Moreover, after the humiliation Brandon had just dealt him, Grudin’s continued attempts to ingratiate himself would make himself look beyond pathetic.

Hesitating for a moment, Brandon nodded to Antietta, signaling her to open the boxes.

Antietta, playing the role of a viscount’s attendant, acted with grace befitting her station. She didn’t hesitate as she opened the first box—until she froze.

From Brandon’s vantage point, he could see the noble girl clenching her teeth tightly, fighting back a scream.

What was going on?

Antietta stood motionless in front of the box, as if ensnared by some unseen enchantment. Brandon noticed her throat quiver, almost emitting a faint clicking sound. Taking a deep breath, she finally stepped aside.

The clatter of a fork hitting a plate echoed through the room as little Roma dropped hers.

Brandon’s expression shifted instantly.

Inside the box lay a severed head—the head of the swordsman Brandon had seen earlier. The man’s eyes were closed, his skin pale and rubbery, drained of all color.

Brandon remained silent.

Antietta glanced at him cautiously, biting her lip before exhaling softly and opening the second box. Despite her inner turmoil threatening to overwhelm her, the noble girl held firm to her role. Her trembling hands barely managed to steady the lid as she opened it.

Inside rested the head of another female Elementalist.

Antietta’s face turned ashen.

“That woman tasted exquisite,” Baron Grudin said with a smirk. “But a gentleman does not take what is cherished by another. I hear that skulls of maidens make excellent goblets for wine—surely, my lord viscount has never tried such a thing. As for the other… consider it a bonus.”

Before his words even faded, a soft hum resonated through the hall.

All eyes turned to Brandon’s waist, where his sword began to vibrate violently, half-unsheathing itself. It emitted a high-pitched whine, as if screaming for bloodshed or poised to leap forth at any moment. Brandon’s hands pressed firmly against the table, his lips sealed shut, yet an icy aura radiated from him—

Tangible killing intent.

The nobles seated beside Brandon were the first to feel its weight. Their cutlery clattered to the floor as they sat paralyzed, unable to move. The cold spread forward, prompting knights to draw their blades in defense of Grudin, who smiled serenely, savoring the thrill of toying with his opponent.

But his smile soon faltered.

Almost everyone present watched as frost crept along the surface of the table, spreading from Brandon’s side. Silver platters crackled, while porcelain shattered explosively, shards breaking further into smooth-edged fragments or powder. The frost surged forward, sending dishes flying in bursts of white mist, as though an invisible beast leaped across the table, charging straight toward Grudin.

Two knights before the baron grunted as their swords crumbled to pieces. They screamed, clutching their bleeding eyes.

Yet the cries within the hall paled compared to the shock rippling through everyone’s minds. Witnessing this scene, only one word came to mind—

Elemental resonance.

Even Brandon hadn’t expected to grasp the meaning of elements in the throes of rage. In that instant, his thoughts felt submerged in an endless, frigid void. The conflict between them had harmed innocents, and Grudin’s despicable cowardice crossed a line buried deep within Brandon’s soul.

Disgust welled up within him—a visceral revulsion born from the depths of his being. He stared at the man cloaked in the guise of a baron, his core rotten, his smile warped into something grotesque and absurd.

An urge arose within him—to erase this filth entirely from existence.

Yet amidst the overwhelming fury, Brandon experienced another revelation. It wasn’t the cold killing intent but stillness—space itself seemed frozen. Despite his rage, a detached awareness emerged, allowing him to observe his anger objectively and master it.

It was as though two Brandons existed simultaneously: one consumed by boundless killing intent, the other calmly analyzing it from above.

Thus, Brandon realized he could fully control his wrath.

He felt his power surge exponentially, merging with the insight gained from his battle with his grandfather. At last, he touched a solid barrier.

He knew it.

This was the Elemental Wall—

In the brief moment of contact, fleeting words flashed through his mind: stillness, stasis, stability. Then the wall mercilessly repelled him. Awakening elemental affinity? Not yet qualified.

Reality shattered like glass, fragments of the illusion collapsing as time resumed its flow, dragging him back to the present.

Only then did Brandon hear the popping sounds of glass and porcelain exploding around him. The temperature in the hall plummeted, thick frost coating the walls.

The first thing Brandon did upon raising his head was place his hand on the silver-plated hilt of his sword. That single motion forced Baron Grudin and the twenty knights behind him to retreat a full step. Chairs splintered into butterfly-like wooden fragments.

“Protect me!”

Grudin shrieked.

His knights, though shaken, obeyed orders and raised their swords once more. What awaited them was a seemingly mundane strike from Brandon—

Thumb and forefinger resting on the crossguard, pinky hooked under the hilt, middle finger, ring finger, and palm stabilizing the blade. A simple arc traced by wrist, elbow, and shoulder.

White Crow Swordsmanship.

Strength Surge—

By all accounts, it was the most basic technique, akin to a novice’s first swing—clear trajectory, obvious intent. Even a moderately skilled fighter could predict its path.

But among the twenty mid-tier Iron Rank knights, not one could evade.

The sword stretched through space, its chilling gleam piercing their very bones. Frost climbed their bodies, encasing them in thick layers of ice.

Element: Ice.

Immobile—

A flash of white light swept through, twenty heads soaring into the air. For a moment, everyone was stunned—not merely stunned but utterly terrified. Chairs toppled, utensils clattered, and nobles scrambled backward, pressing themselves against the walls, desperate to distance themselves from the terrifying young man.

Twenty ice sculptures collapsed with a sharp crack, lifeless corpses littering the floor. Death’s presence was laid bare before Baron Grudin for the first time. All his life, he had wielded life and death with ease, but now he understood the helplessness of the weak—like a drowning man unable to resist fate.

It was a profound sorrow, humanity’s pride trampled beneath relentless force.

He couldn’t bear it. He had assumed Brandon was merely a mid-tier Silver Rank swordsman, someone on equal footing who might exchange blows and schemes. But now he realized his mistake. This wasn’t just any swordsman—it was a being who had brushed against the edge of elemental mastery. No, once awakened, such a person transcended humanity altogether.

The figure sitting before him wasn’t merely difficult to provoke; he was a predator ready to devour.

Brandon stepped forward, his expression cold. With a sharp sound, the long table split cleanly down the middle. None saw how he moved—they only noticed the absence of obstacles between him and the baron.

Without uttering a word, Brandon’s hand settled on the hilt of his sword again.

“I am the lord of this realm—”

Grudin broke down, letting out a wail. Frantically looking left and right, he hoped for salvation, but none came. Everyone was too stunned to react, never imagining a banquet would descend into chaos—or that a practitioner touching the edge of elemental power would appear in such a remote place.

Step by step, Brandon advanced, regarding the baron as one might regard a dog.

His hand tightened, preparing to end the man’s life.

But at that moment, a hand landed on his. Startled, Brandon turned to see Cinnabar gripping her halberd, her amber eyes locking onto his with quiet intensity.

“Cinnabar?”

The red-haired girl with the ponytail shook her head.

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