Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 165 - 165 96 Ancient Lineage_3

165: Chapter 96 Ancient Lineage_3 165: Chapter 96 Ancient Lineage_3 Since the Drakemar Royal Family united the North and renamed the kingdom as Orland,

The predecessor of the Northern Kingdom, Klonia, had a history of about four hundred years, plus the more than six hundred and seventy years of Orland’s history…

Roughly calculating, Leon was shocked to realize that Miss Lola was at least a person from over a thousand years ago.

Leon stroked his chin and then looked at the white-haired girl before him.

The position of Pope, the highest mage rank he knew of so far.

And judging by Kovis’s reaction that day, even the Emperor of Athias across the ocean was imitating the style of clothing that belonged to the rank of this ancient mage.

Such a prominent status obviously could not belong to a nameless individual buried in the river of history.

After all, even the founding monarch of Orland’s history had left his name in legends a thousand years later.

But was there another significant figure with the surname Illaril over a thousand years ago?

Lola…

Lola Illaril.

Pope Illaril.

Lola…

a contemporary of the Holy Prophet Illaril.

No, that’s not right.

Thinking back to the Netti Card’s automatically revealing image of the Flame Sun disc,

and the promise to return to the Great Temple at Rolannar…

Leon couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

He stood up and circled around Miss Mage, examining her from all angles.

Hesitant to make the wild guess in his heart.

It was too preposterous, which is why he never associated the two from the beginning.

Because he clearly inherited the memories of the young Seryan, his expression was somewhat indescribably strange.

“…What are you doing?”

Lola, holding her Scepter, looked amused as she watched him pace back and forth, circling around her.

“Wait a minute, let me take a moment,” Leon raised his hand and took a deep breath.

It still felt too unreal.

Based on everything he had seen and heard along the way, he had long accepted the fact that Lola had once been a powerful mage.

But Illaril?!

The only incarnation of the True God on earth, revered in the Holy Sun doctrines followed by most of the Felu nations on the continent today,

The Holy Prophet Illaril.

Leon swallowed hard and looked at the Mage Miss carefully, “May I ask, Lola, did you believe in the Church of the Holy Sun during your life?”

Lola saw the disbelief on his face and sighed.

“…If possible, I wish you wouldn’t ask such a foolish question.”

With that, her expression inevitably revealed helplessness: “How could I believe in something that did not even exist when I was alive?”

Getting the clear answer, Leon exclaimed with joy, “You really are the prophet the Church now worships?

The incarnation of a deity?!…

Lola, are you a god?”

Thump~

“Ah…” Leon stepped back, smirking as he rubbed the spot where the Scepter had lightly tapped his forehead.

“Are you calm now?” Lola reluctantly retracted her Magic Wand, waving her hand: “I am not some godly incarnation, I’ve told you, the so-called Holy Sun Church didn’t even exist when I was alive, and I had no idea I would be turned into some prophet after death.

Moisela Sol of the Holy Sun is indeed great, but that supreme existence is utterly different from the concept of God that people worship now.”

“Oh, really?” Hearing this clarification from the person herself, Leon was not disappointed, still feeling a very solid sense of reassurance.

How should I say this?

Miss Lola’s status within the kingdoms of the Holy Sun Sect, whether or not she’s the deity in the Church’s doctrines, undoubtedly bears no difference to a certain gentleman with the surname Ye from my previous life.

Good grief, to be friends with the Holy Prophet herself!

That’s something else, isn’t it?

If word gets out, which kingdom on the Western Continent that follows the Holy Sun wouldn’t treat me with some respect?

Seeing his increasingly proud smile, Lola once again lifted her hand and firmly tapped Leon on the forehead: “Stop grinning like a fool~!

Silly boy, not to dash your hopes, but if you really use that prophet’s name to talk to outsiders, setting aside whether others believe in my identity as this lonely ghost…

“If someone really tries to snatch away my weakened spiritual body, then I’ll just have to give up everything and go to sleep in the Dead Sea, huh.”

She spread her small hands: “…At that point, if the mortal world starts causing more chaos, I really won’t be able to manage this mess anymore.”

Sensing that maintaining her spiritual body was becoming increasingly difficult, Lola looked up at Leon: “…It seems that I can’t maintain this state much longer, any other questions?”

“Wait, there’s something else I want you to take a look at.”

While Miss Mage was still around, Leon hurriedly combed through his hair, showing her the black roots of his hair that had grown out halfway during these past two months.

“What’s going on with this?

I was originally a brunette, but the hair that’s been growing from the roots lately seems to be turning black, is that normal?” he asked worriedly.

“Change in hair color?”

Lola touched her chin and moved in for a closer look.

“It’s not strange for spellcasters, without active interference, magic power will naturally affect the hair color of spellcasters, but with such a small amount of magic elements in your body right now, how could you have such a change?”

As she spoke, she thought quickly and then glanced at his eyes.

Noticing a barely perceptible black hue in Leon’s pupils, Lola suddenly asked back, “Were you…black-haired and black-eyed in your previous life?”

“Yep, that’s right,” Leon nodded honestly.

“Then, it seems that the essence of your soul might be influencing the growth of this body.”

Lola said, her gaze fixed on him with a hint of suspicion, “But that’s odd, considering the strength of your soul…”

“The soul changes the body?

Are you saying, I’ll gradually revert to my former appearance?” Leon voiced unexpectedly.

Lola frowned.

Theoretically…the soul replicating the body…

Contemplatively, Miss Mage reassured him, “It shouldn’t be that exaggerated, don’t worry, this phenomenon shouldn’t hinder your health, and if you really care about it, perhaps you should get a haircut.”

Hearing her say that, Leon felt at ease, it was indeed time for a proper trim.

Having answered his last question, Lola closed her eyes and no longer deliberately maintained the stability of her spiritual body.

Her petite frame immediately dissolved into dazzling particles of light and reassembled into the original Netti Card in mid-air.

Leon reached out cautiously and caught the golden Heroic Spirit Card that contained Lola’s soul.

Looking at the card’s surface, where the image of Miss Mage appeared to sleep peacefully, he felt regret that he couldn’t carry her with him at all times.

But, one day he would fulfill his promise to return to Rolannar, when that time came, he would again travel with the legendary spirit of the Ancient Prophet.

Leon suddenly recalled the conversation with his comrades two months earlier when he had just broken free from the cave.

Back then, Lokhak had prayed in the name of Illaril.

Now thinking about it, Illaril wasn’t “above.”

She was right beside…

Leon shook his head, amused.

He arranged the gold and silver Netti Cards on the table, then turned to head upstairs.

After a good while to calm down, Olivia should be recovering from the shock of learning the truth about her heritage.

The Drakemar Family, which is the present Orland Royal Family.

It was not clear whether the young girl was of a collateral line or from the main Royal Family itself.

However, according to Miss Lola, Olivia carried the hereditary traits of the unique Magic Guide bloodline of the Flame Sun Forbidden Guard Commander from a millennium ago.

If Olivia wasn’t considered part of the legitimate Royal Family now…

then that shouldn’t be her problem.

Baron Eriv had once mentioned that Count Trolsa the Crown Bearer had supported the current King in ascending to the throne some ten-plus years ago…

…which perfectly corresponded with Olivia’s current age.

Leon rubbed his temples.

Why did it feel as if he was having such a destiny with royal bloodlines lately?

Kovis was the Prince of Villania.

And Olivia might very well be the Princess of the Orland Kingdom.

These days, how common is it to stumble upon descendants of Kings?

Upon returning, he resolved to “grill” Azeryan and Lokhak thoroughly, to see if they too were some sort of hidden royalty or nobility.