Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 132 - 132 84 Echoes of Aphrodite_2

132: Chapter 84 Echoes of Aphrodite_2 132: Chapter 84 Echoes of Aphrodite_2 A beautiful lady clad in a purple robe adorned with gold ornaments, her cherry blossom-pink long hair draped over her shoulders, had her eyes tightly shut, leaning against the majestic throne…

as if she had merely fallen into a peaceful slumber.

Through Leon’s eyes, Lola finally caught a glimpse of the expected figure.

She softly whispered that familiar name…

“…Aphrodite.”

Hearing Miss Mage’s suddenly deepened emotions, Leon sensed the sorrow within.

Was it truly an acquaintance she knew?

But was the person upon the throne a living being or a dead one?

Hearing Lola’s melancholic tone, Leon guessed that the latter was more likely.

But if she was dead, why hadn’t the body decayed and withered like those Living Corpses?

Seeing Lola fall into silence without any indication of danger, Leon couldn’t help but step into the circular hall before him.

The echo of his boots on the mirror-smooth floor of the hall sounded lonely and empty.

Stopping at the center, he didn’t continue to approach the throne, Leon curiously observed from a distance.

“Is she the old friend you wanted to see?” Leon inquired in his mind, addressing Lola.

The Purple Robed Lady on the throne, with her long pink hair, was indeed a rare sight, and its natural texture did not seem as jarring as the ones dyed in hair salons from a previous life.

But Leon was certain that in the original host’s memories, he had not seen the Felu people with such a peculiar hair color.

If being forced to say, recalling it, only Pilireno’s red hair indeed stood out with exceptional vividness.

Could it be the influence of Magic Power?

“Aphrodisia Netti, she is…” Before Lola’s ethereal voice could finish,

Leon saw the pink-haired lady on the throne slowly open her eyes.

He immediately felt his heart miss a beat.

Was this not some zongzi rising from the dead?

Just as this thought crossed his mind, he was captivated by the unique eyes of the person on the throne.

How could one describe those eyes, sparkling like gems?

Their dazzling radiance nearly transcended the limits of beauty and reached what could be described as a “weird” extent.

Like a starry sky, those magic eyes, traversing the river of time, gazed leisurely at the uncertain eyes of the person below, as if peering into the soul within that body.

A voice ethereal and pleasant gently echoed throughout the hall:

“Finally, I get to see you again

…Pope Illaril.”

Although the pink-haired Purple Robed Lady made no movement of speaking, Leon knew without a doubt that the voice was hers.

But he still couldn’t tell whether she was alive or not.

Who was she calling?…

Pope Illaril?

Could it be that she saw through to the other soul inside him?

That being said…

Lola’s surname was also “Illaril”?

It seemed that Miss Mage or her parents might have followed the Holy Sun Sect during their lifetime.

Thinking she might also be from the Seryan region was not surprising, after all, in Holy Land City, throw a brick into the crowd, and you could hit eight out of ten people with the surname Illaril.

No wonder she had been eager to make a pilgrimage back to the Rolannar Great Temple, truly devout.

Letting go of the leaping thoughts in his mind, Leon silently hailed the inner Miss Mage: “That lady is calling for you, right?

Do you want me to deliver a message for you?”

“There is no need, speaking with shadows of the past holds no meaning.”

Lola’s straightforward response left Leon somewhat astonished.

“What you’re seeing is just a remnant thought from a person long passed, transmitted through time.

They aren’t real entities; we have merely activated ancient illusions left behind here.”

Leon frowned slightly, roughly understanding what Miss Mage meant.

So what he was seeing was just a sort of magical illusion similar to a recording, right?

Leon looked up at the Purple Robed female Mage on the throne, who didn’t seem the least bit illusory, finding every inch of her figure so tangible.

“I’m sorry, I did not heed your teachings and ultimately still touched upon the power of the Spirit Realm…

I have failed…

Of course, this is also my own fault…” The voice from across time still echoed in the hall.

“But no matter the cost, everything was done so that I could see you again.”

“Fool…”

Lola sighed helplessly; she was not without understanding, but hiding in such a corner, falling to such a sad end…

in the end, they still couldn’t meet, could they?

Leon simply felt intrigued and silently observed the echoes that traversed time and space.

The figure of the Purple Robed Lady had already risen from that throne; her hands slowly overlapped in front of her chest, her voice sorrowful and nostalgic, “…This was your idea in the past, and it is my last hope; may we finally meet at the end of time.”

“…Before Aphrodite passed away, she left something behind.

Stand firm, and don’t move around later,” Lola’s voice reminded.

“What?”

Leon was puzzled and didn’t have time to react; he quickly steadied his footsteps.

The next moment, as the echo in the hall gradually faded,

The figure before the throne sparked a dazzling halo.

A complex Demon Rune, as intricate as a kaleidoscope, burst forth from beneath Aphrodite’s shadow in an instant.

Then the roaring sound of wind suddenly erupted in Leon’s ears—!

The massive Magic Power swirling in the air made even an outsider like Leon feel the strong whirlwind that suddenly swept through the hall.

His hair was blown wildly above his head, and he almost lost his footing; Leon slightly crouched to resist the magic turbulence that surged towards the throne from every inch of air around his body.

Rainbow-like, sparkling colors appeared in the air, streaking and encircling the phantom of Miss Mage.

Outside, the golden-haired youth felt as though his soul was placed in the eye of a tsunami; he even felt weak in the knees as he panickedly looked up at the suddenly restless Chaotic Sky.

Atop the towering spire, within the silently rotating pitch-black storm, sudden deep purple fissures exploded like thunder…

(In Ancient Lorelette Language)

“May His Excellency, the Supreme Holy Sun Mosela Sol, bear witness…

As my respected self, Pope Illaril, The last guardian…

I, Aphrodisia Netti…

Will fulfill the immortal contract with the Dragon of the Dead Sea.

Connect to the beyond…

Until eternity…”

Blinding gold light made it impossible for Leon to keep his eyes open.

The shadow of Aphrodite scattered into starlights, then reassembled mid-air.

Leon endured the boiling discomfort in his blood amidst the sudden surge of Magic Power.

Until the howling by his ears finally came to a slow halt.

Only then could he regain his senses.

He opened his eyes.

Everything around him had not changed.

It was as if the frightening commotion had been just a part of an illusion.

“How could you go to such lengths…” Lola’s sorrowful voice rang out, “Li Ang, go take her legacy.”

Leon looked bewildered, “Legacy?”

Before the sculpted Mage Throne, there no longer was a figure of Aphrodite.

In its stead, a quietly floating, hazy golden object in the shape of a square.

Leon smoothed his hair, which had been blown into a mess, and then quickly stepped forward to the base of the throne’s pedestal.

Before he could climb up to reach for the glowing rectangular sheet,

He saw the object actively drift down, fluttering into Leon’s half-extended hand like a falling leaf.

Clasping the item that was light as nothing, a cool sensation passed into his fingertips.

It was a rectangular card surrounded by gold ornaments, with fine and intricate Demon Runes engraved on the ornate frame, while the main body of the card displayed a translucent quality like crystal, within which flowed beautiful white patterns like mist.

“Is this a card?”

Leon held the translucent gold-framed card, turning it back and forth, utterly perplexed, and really couldn’t figure it out, “Lola, what kind of treasure is this bequeathed by Lady Netti?”

Leon figured since it was something left by a disciple of Miss Mage, her mentor would certainly understand.

“Its original form was a type of Magic Container, just like a Magic Scroll, but Aphrodite wouldn’t pay such a price just to create a plaything…

Her idea, could it be…

Li Ang, go upstairs, find her research notes.

While this Spirit-like Field still lingers, I want to figure out what she was trying to do.”

Lola did not want to waste the time they still had for communication.

“Ah?…

Spirit-like Field, fading?!”

Leon raised an eyebrow; it seemed from the other’s words, he heard something significant.