Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 272 - 272 137 Fate Indescribably Wonderful_3

272: Chapter 137: Fate, Indescribably Wonderful_3 272: Chapter 137: Fate, Indescribably Wonderful_3 “Entrusted by a benefactor, I am seeking a place of refuge for these homeless women.

My journey brought me through your territory because I heard about your upright and kind deeds in the songs, which is why I have come from afar to visit,” Larian replied.

“My deeds?” Leon’s face flushed red, and he couldn’t help feeling some embarrassment, “You’re not talking about ‘The Knight of Selva’ written by Galliard, are you?”

To be honest, when he first heard the adapted stories from the series of poems about him and Azeryan, Lokhak, at Lady Adelina’s noble gathering, he was so mortified he wished he could burrow into the ground with his toes.

Not only was he surprised that the irreverent poet actually wrote an excellent heroic poem praising them, but he was also amazed at how far the content deviated from the truth.

For instance, the group of fifty Kantadar Cavalry that had clearly been defeated and scattered into Selva now became five hundred Cavalry who had invaded the border to burn, kill, and plunder.

The leading Baron Dawson then transformed into a monstrous knight with a snake’s head.

The process was even more nonsensical.

Since Mr.

Brian Sr.

had deliberately kept quiet about Olivia’s actions at the time, Leon could understand why others would be uninformed, and why the stories did not mention her was normal.

But the actual process of defeating the enemy, which was a surprise attack by a Griffin that decimated the remnants, became…

three valiant Young Knights who each fought off a hundred enemies, scattering them and cutting off the head of the snake-headed monster himself.

No wonder he acquired the ridiculous nickname “Snake Slayer.”

It was too shameful, and Leon swore that if he had a chance, he would remind that lecherous poet in person:

Poetic misrepresentation is not fabrication!

Adaptation should not include distortions!

It was strange, though.

How did that man learn about their deeds?

Before his poem was written, the incident in Selva should not have been well-known; outside the Thorny Flower Territory, who would know about a trivial event in a rural place?

Just because he meddled and saved him once in Dragon Throat City, did he make a special trip to the local area of the Thorny Flower Territory?

But that wasn’t right either.

He left the Dragon’s Throat with them virtually right after getting out of jail and then appeared simultaneously with them in the Western Port thousands of miles away.

When did the poet have time to go to Farolis’s territory to gather material for his stories?

Could it be after Western Port that he went to Kosos County to investigate and write?

Even more incorrect.

Upon returning to the Thorny Flower Territory after escaping danger, he already knew about the widespread stories of the poem at the castle feast.

…If it was written later, the spread of the story was implausibly fast.

Could that lascivious poet actually fly?

“Mr.

Leon…” Elena’s voice came from outside the door.

Leon turned around to look.

Miss Elena, who had effectively become the housekeeper of his estate, under the protection of Guard Hawk, walked briskly into the tavern through the soldiers blocking the inn.

“Madam, what brings you here?” Leon asked.

“Seeing you leave in a hurry with the sword you said you wanted to get repaired, I was worried you might need your Sword,” Elena handed over the long sword she had been carrying.

Leon nodded his thanks.

He was used to it; he had brought along his battle-worn sword, which had been severely damaged in combat, from the rack at his side when he came.

Having exchanged his Sword, he was about to continue his questioning of Larian before him…

But amidst the crowd, Martha, seeing that familiar face, couldn’t help but call out tentatively, “Elena?

Is that you?

Elena!”

Martha feared she might be mistaken because of the dim candlelight, but apart from the other’s attire being more modest than when with the Black Robe and her complexion more vibrant than before,

That voice, that intonation, and that face…

it couldn’t be wrong!

Miss Magrina hugged Sally tight in her arms, and she too widened her eyes, “Sister Elena?!”

Upon hearing the familiar voices, Elena’s blue eyes turned in astonishment, “That voice is…

Martha?…

Sally?!”

Leon couldn’t help but pause his conversation with Larian.

Both men turned to look at the women on either side who had just recognized each other.

Each puzzled,

“…Acquaintances?”