Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 108 - 108 75 If I Had Known That Boys Could Also Be

108: Chapter 75 If I Had Known That Boys Could Also Be…

108: Chapter 75 If I Had Known That Boys Could Also Be…

Staring at the handsome young man who seemed to materialize from optical camouflage, speaking fluent Felu Language, Leon was flooded with a deluge of question marks in his mind.

Guarding Technique?

…Since the other party had revealed such invisibility superpower-like abilities, it was clear that he was a Mage capable of magic.

Thus, what he was referring to must also be some kind of Spell that could be taken literally.

However, Leon knew that he had no idea what the disruption of the Magic Technique was all about.

He didn’t rush to answer but instead retorted, “Are you with this Athias embassy?”

The blond young man scrutinized Leon carefully, the faint glimmer of hope in his eyes gradually fading.

Still, he nodded, pulled down his collar, and showed the marking on his neck: “I am Pilireno’s Magic Slave, but don’t be alarmed, I mean no harm to you.”

Leon glanced at the Demon Rune on the young man’s neck, identical to the one on Miss Elena’s—the boy too was a slave bound by a Magic Curse.

The truth was probably as he claimed; otherwise, if he had malicious intentions, there would have been no need for him to show himself intentionally.

…These magic-wielding fellows really were beyond common sense, thankfully not enemies for the time being.

Leon breathed a sigh of relief and then responded to the other’s question: “I don’t know what you mean by ‘Guarding Technique,’ but whatever it was, it wasn’t my doing.”

Hearing his explicit denial, Kovis, although he had already drawn his conclusion, was still somewhat disappointed.

“You aren’t Kantadar people, so is your purpose here only to rescue Miss Elena?” the blond young man asked instead.

“You heard everything I just said?” Lokhak was annoyed with himself for inadvertently revealing the identities of all three of them.

Elena couldn’t help but tug at her brother’s sleeve: “Kovis is my friend, he has been helping me all this time, he won’t harm us.”

“Just as Miss Elena said, I don’t intend to expose your identities,” the blond young man continued regretfully, “but I still want to warn you not to needlessly sacrifice your lives and Elena’s.”

“You’ve misunderstood, friend.” Leon, upon hearing this, explained to the evidently friendly young man: “I understand that your master…I mean the Mage named Pilireno, might be very powerful, but we don’t intend to take Elena away by force.”

“My companion has established some political ties with Pilireno and is working on negotiating Elena’s freedom.”

“Political…ties?” The blond young man paused at the word.

Recalling Pilireno’s fantasies and foul language from the previous night about a certain handsome noble young man he had taken a fancy to, the young man couldn’t help but cover his mouth and chuckle: “…Pfft~ Hehehe~…

Sorry…

I was impolite…”

“Is your companion the one who came with you today…that noble’s son?”

Leon saw the young man before him chuckling weirdly, his shoulders trembling with laughter, and couldn’t help frowning deeply.

“What’s so funny?

Is the plan laughable?”

Observing the other’s inexplicable reaction, he began to have a bad feeling.

“No, no, no, if as you say, that noble’s son has established some kind of…

‘friendship’ with my master…perhaps Miss Elena could indeed be ransomed.”

The blond young man took a deep breath to stifle his laughter.

He shook his head, calming down, and pointed to his neck: “But do you plan to let Elena leave with this shackle?”

Saying this, Kovis looked at Lokhak and said, “You just claimed to be a Knight of Orland, so is the identity of ‘Aleya Casoles’ also fabricated?

If so, even if you temporarily please my master, if Pilireno later discovers you’ve played him, Elena’s future life or death will be at the mercy of his mood.”

“You mean, even if Pilireno releases Elena, he wouldn’t be willing to lift the Magic Curse on her neck?” Leon pressed.

“It’s not a question of willingness but of impossibility, at least Pilireno definitely can’t.”

The blond young man’s eyes showed a trace of bitterness: “…as far as I know, there’s only one way to break the ‘Blood Oath Curse’…”

“That is the death of the oath-holder.”

…

Inside the reception room, Azeryan was frightened into further pallor by the blatant insinuations of the man behind him.

Feeling a wave of revulsion from the hand on his shoulder, he abruptly stood up, his back chilled as he took steps back, almost wanting to flee on the spot.

The noble youth instinctively tensed, feeling as though he had become a lamb that had wandered into a tiger’s den.

“Hehe, it seems I was a bit too eager and frightened you, Aleya,” Pilireno said, supporting himself on the back of the chair and turning around to watch the “cute” reaction of the handsome young man.

He was in no rush and let the other flee to the door.

After all, he was still on Kantadar soil.

Even though he despised this “barbaric land” of the continent, forcibly coercing a Kantadar noble’s son—even if just from a fallen noble family—would undoubtedly be an insult to the rulers of this land.

Pilireno did not want to face the double reproach of both the Empire and the Kantadar people over such a trifling matter.

Besides, subjugating a high-born beautiful boy who willingly lowered himself was far more pleasurable than resorting to crude and direct methods.

“…I…

I, no, what I mean to say is, I’ve never thought…

like this…

men together…

it’s simply too preposterous…”