Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 269 - 269 136 Moonlight Knight_3

269: Chapter 136 Moonlight Knight_3 269: Chapter 136 Moonlight Knight_3 “Larian?”

In the bedroom, Magrina felt the back of her hand pressed by her lover, slightly puzzled.

“Something’s not right next door.” Larian soothed the young woman, frowning as he propped himself up to sit.

The voice of the soldier captain abruptly stopped.

No more sounds came from that room, neither from a man nor a woman.

But that wasn’t what struck him as strange.

Larian turned his head, looking towards the window of his room that faced the street.

The sounds were faint, but he trusted his hearing.

There was a distinct sound of a window opening next door, followed by the swish of a garment moving through the air, meaning that someone hadn’t left through the door but through the window instead.

Not the main door?

To avoid being noticed?

Was it to rob or murder?

Could it be that female poet?

But how much money could the soldier captain possibly carry to make him worth robbing?

Moreover, after pulling such a stunt, was it even necessary?

Couldn’t they just raise the price?

Past experiences flooded Larian’s mind as he reached for the long sword by his bed, stood up, and straightened his clothes.

“What’s wrong?” Magrina asked, confused.

“…

Stay in the room and wait for my return.

Call my attendant if anything happens, or simply go next door to Martha and the others…”

Larian reassured her, “I need to catch a female thief, though it could just be a misunderstanding.”

“A female thief?” Magrina blinked, puzzled, yet she did not stop him.

After all, this was the very oath her beloved Ranger Knight pledged his life to uphold.

Larian pushed open the window, glanced at the neighboring window, intending to check if the silent soldier captain was still alive, but upon seeing a silhouette almost vanishing into the alley under the moonlight, he immediately leaped down from the third floor.

With a thud, the figure of the knight landed deftly, clutched the scabbard tightly, and sprinted in the direction in which the female poet had disappeared.

The two figures, one behind the other by a great distance, darted through the darkness of Selva.

Soon, Larian spotted the tallest building other than the inn, located in the center of the village.

But staring at the contours of the courtyard wall ahead and the faintly flickering torchlight inside, Larian realized he had lost the female poet’s tracks.

Scanning the dark corners around him, he squinted.

Had he lost her?

But yelling out for the village guards probably wouldn’t help.

Larian didn’t know if there were any other warriors like himself in the village.

Gathering a mob in the darkness would only scare the quarry into the wilderness.

Shaking his head, the young knight turned around, seemingly giving up on the search.

— Clang!

The scabbard swung abruptly, deflecting a slender blade that swooped in from the side.

The dagger whirled into the sky as Larian turned, retreating his right leg slightly while his left hand pushed the scabbard down instantly.

The sharp Willow Blade hissed as it struck sparks off the metal inlays on the surface of the scabbard.

Blocking the dark blade that came at him, the Ranger Knight instantly counterattacked, the ornament at the end of the scabbard hammering down towards the shadowy, graceful figure below.

The female poet sprang back, avoiding the strike, and leapt like the wind back into the shadows she had emerged from.

A puzzled female voice then wafted uncertainly through the darkness.

“—Who are you?

A knight of Farolis?

No…

you don’t look like a knight of the Northern Kingdom.”

“I was hesitant, thinking perhaps there was a misunderstanding, but seeing your relentless killer moves aiming at my life…” Larian steadied his stance, snapped his left hand to align the scabbard properly, and firmly gripped the long handle of his blade.

“Lady, you’ll need to explain clearly now, the purpose of wandering the streets with a blade at midnight.

From what you said earlier, you don’t seem to be a night watchman hired by the locals,” the Ranger Knight surveyed the surroundings with piercing eyes, slowly drawing the “Moonlight” from its sheath.

The exquisite Urian long sword with a single edge, shimmering with a ghostly blue as it reflected its master’s will, was like holding the moon in hand under its deadly beautiful curvature.

“What does that have to do with you, little knight?

You look like just a passing traveler.

Since you’re not hired by the Thorny Flower, why interfere in the affairs between the Gunnar Family and Farolis?”

The female poet, while using her speech to delay and divert, laid down a Magic Technique cone around the knight in the surrounding darkness.

“To a Ranger Knight true to his vow, there is no evil within sight that is considered none of my business, lady.

Your sneaky actions and the malice you’ve shown make it impossible for me to ignore your intentions.

Please lay down your weapon, I can still offer you a chance to explain properly.

If my tracking has caused you to overreact, I will even apologize for my actions later on,” Larian quietly sensed the surrounding air, attempting to locate her footsteps.

“Heh~, you’re really nice.

To thank you for your kindness, I guess I’ll have to make your death swift.” The fluctuating voice had just fallen when the female poet continued her incantation without a pause.

(Lorelette Language) “Reveal thyself to me, Arias’s Hexagram Star Lock.”

The Magic Power’s light instantly connected six rune cones, serving as nodes for the Magic Technique.

Dense white lines spread in every direction, enveloping the knight in the middle, seemingly ready to slice through any figure making contact.

— Hum!

The sound of the wind surged up, and several slashes bloomed like lotuses.

The azure light almost simultaneously shattered the Magic lines surrounding the knight.

“!?”

The female poet swiftly leaned her upper body to the side.

Her hair at the forehead, silently sheared by the sweeping slash of the new moon.

Leaping backward onto the low wall at the alley’s mouth, she created distance.

Astonished, she eyed the Moonlight Blade that swooped around again.

— Again!

The female poet twisted her body and jumped back into the courtyard.

Like the sound of wind brushing past, the earthen stone wall split in two, revealing Larian’s bright eyes behind.

Tsk~ This little knight is quite capable; I can’t take him down alone.

Continuously evading under the slashes of the Moonlight, the female poet wisely made a judgment of strength, immediately opening her mouth wide.

The next second, the gruff male voice of the soldier captain echoed in the silent Selva:

“There’s an attempt on the lady’s life!!

— Capture the assassin!!”