Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 194 - 194 107 Conspiracy

194: Chapter 107: Conspiracy 194: Chapter 107: Conspiracy The door was gently closed.

The girl’s shy, hurried footsteps faded away outside.

Leon first sat back down in his chair, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his heart, which pounded like a locomotive engine.

But soon.

In the room with no one else, his feigned calmness began to crack, unable to maintain his facade of propriety.

The joy and excitement bubbling up from receiving such clear affirmation from the girl he had long fancied caused his smile to grow wider and wider until it reached the back of his ears.

“Heehee~♪….

Hehe~…..

Teehee~…”

“Haha~Haha~!!….

Hahahaha~…!!!”

Leon suddenly sprang from his seat, beaming with delight.

He threw several jubilant punches into the air, so elated that he seemed almost to twist and contort with happiness, writhing in the dark.

His chest heaved with unrestrained excitement, and Leon wished he could dash out of the main castle and go crazy, running laps around the square.

Of course, one couldn’t just run out and behave like a madman in someone else’s castle, especially not late at night.

Instead, he turned around, removed his sword and tossed it aside, then dove into bed, hugging a pillow, rolling back and forth like a maggot.

How could he not be thrilled by this reality, which seemed to drop from a fantasy?

Frankly, the moment he and Olivia had made their promise, he felt such happiness that he had even thought of names for their future children.

For a girl, Altoria!

For a boy, Arthur!

While giggling foolishly and envisioning the future, Leon twisted into the covers, losing his composure completely.

Tonight, he was destined to be sleepless.

…

Deep into the night, as though bound by an unspoken agreement, Olivia likewise lay in her servant’s room, restlessly tossing and turning beneath her covers, unable to sleep.

The girl covered her overheated cheeks, her long eyelashes fluttering in the dark.

Olivia had never imagined that, though she had only come to town to prepare some gifts for her friends,

she would end up secretly…

with the boy she cherished, skipping the steps of a romance…

and accepting his ribbon to bind their betrothal.

Would her father object?

Surely not, right?

The girl buried her burning cheeks into the covers…

When exactly was it?

Her heart’s palpitations quietly gave birth to precious memories still fresh in her mind.

Was it the interesting conversation and experience that set him apart from others upon first meeting?

Was it his fearlessness in rescuing her from her despair?

The girl closed her eyes.

She remembered the reassurance and trust she felt when entrusting her back to him amidst enemies.

…Honest, brave, kind, good, diligent, tender, considerate…

~And so interesting…

yet so mysterious~

Thinking of the perfect knight beside her, straight from the legends, not only willing to protect her but already completely hers…

A ripple of furtive joy and satisfaction swelled within the girl’s heart.

With the image of his gentle smile in her mind, Olivia, smiling ever so faintly, entered a sweet slumber filled with hopes for the distant future.

In the small room, a comforting and soothing scent seemed to permeate, bringing a sense of happiness and peace….

In the silent depth of the night, time passed imperceptibly.

After who knows how long,

the simple lock on the servant’s room was quietly turned with a key….

Immediately, the door’s hinges squeaked uncontrollably.

In the dark room where the candlelight had gone out, the wooden door was slowly pushed open.

“…?”

Olivia, lying on her side in bed, opened her eyes soundlessly.

Her keen hearing allowed her to awaken from her slumber at the vexing sound of the door opening.

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, the girl saw a figure carelessly entering her room without any concern for the sound of their footsteps.

Leon?

…No.

Olivia frowned and squinted.

The rhythm of the footsteps was not Leon’s gait.

The shape of the silhouette was noticeably different.

More importantly…

The girl could smell the unvanished stench of blood on the intruder.

Not the smell of poultry or livestock; it was the faint, salty scent of iron rust—the smell of human blood….

A thief?

A burglar?

A robber?

Could robbers enter the Baron’s castle???

Suppressing her confusion, the girl lay still, silently waiting but with her right hand secretly poised under the covers near the edge.

She waited for the presumptuous intruder, who didn’t even bother to tread lightly, to come closer.

The shadowy figure moved briskly towards the bed in the room.

He seemed to have no concern about waking the girl on the bed.

He also failed to notice that the girl in the shadows had already opened her eyes.

The intruder licked his lips, eager to reach out to the silhouette on the bed.

He had already done his part…

the rest was someone else’s problem.

Before escaping with those accomplices, he simply wished to enjoy a moment with the unexpected prey amidst this perilous escapade.

But the next moment,

The covers on the bed flew off with a whoosh.

The girl’s right hand instantly clamped on the intruder’s right arm like iron tongs.

Before the figure could cry out in alarm, Olivia forcefully pulled, leaping up from the bed using the momentum to astonishingly flip the intruder over and slam him mercilessly onto the edge of the bed.

Bang—!

The impact caused a ghastly, crisp sound as the intruder’s face smashed into the wooden bed, spurting blood from his nose, almost stunned into unconsciousness from the pain.

The girl twirled like the wind behind the man, kicked his knee to force him down to a kneeling position and at the same time, swiftly subdued and twisted his arm in a grip.