Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 276 - 276 139 Not Human at All

276: Chapter 139: Not Human at All 276: Chapter 139: Not Human at All Hawk drove the carriage, while his two Guard comrades watched over the “important cargo” on the cart behind.

Leon rode ahead on horseback, pausing and starting alongside the carriage.

The forest path opened by the Thorny Flower Family was nearing completion; ever since the wandering Living Corpses around had been periodically exterminated by patrolling Soldier troops, they hadn’t encountered any along the way.

When the horses’ hooves hit the cobblestones of the ancient road, everyone’s speed picked up even more.

In the afternoon, after crossing over a mountain col, Leon arrived once again at the Forest City now named “Avalon,” which he had christened himself.

He took a familiar route through both the inner and outer city gates.

Compared to his previous visits, there were now many more signs of life within Avalon.

Although Baron Eriv had led most of his forces south, the hundred or so left to provide logistical support and guard Avalon Castle kept the ancient city from feeling as deathly still as it had in the past.

Arriving at the city’s military camp, Leon notified the officer in charge, Farolis, and requested him to send a battle report from Longka to the Baron.

Then he and the Guards settled into temporary lodging.

After instructing the Guards to watch the important “cargo” and allowing no one to open the wooden crate on the carriage, Leon pretended to wander idly and strolled over to the scarcely visited Fountain Square.

Inside Avalon Castle, which covered an area of about ten hectares, only about a hundred were stationed, and most were busy with activities around the military camp and city wall.

Therefore, Leon felt no need to purposely wait for nightfall to avoid prying eyes.

However, as he climbed up the stairs to the high platform where the Mage Tower stood, Leon looked back down at the city and felt annoyed.

If the city became more populated in the future, sneaking into the tower would undoubtedly become more troublesome.

Passing through the magic that obscured reality, he stepped into the circular hall of the Mage Tower for the first time in nearly half a month.

As soon as he entered the doors, Leon heard the whoosh of the Magic Wind picking up.

Looking up,

He saw the Mage’s throne at the forefront flooded with white light from the Netti Card, the dazzling magic glow almost immediately taking shape.

The white-haired girl, holding a Magic Wand, slowly opened her golden eyes as her exquisite Magic Robe gracefully settled upon the throne.

Seeing Miss Lora, whom he had not seen for a long while, Leon greeted her joyfully as he approached.

“Lora, I’m back.

Lucky timing, huh?

Just got up?” he joked as he greeted her.

Lora’s ethereal body found stability upon her throne, and she raised her eyes.

Looking at the person before her, a tiny flicker of irritation, almost imperceptible, crossed her usually impassive gaze.

“I’ll try to keep it short to not disrupt the magic flow of the ley lines, I’ve come to ask you…” Leon, unaware of the awkward atmosphere, just stood below the high platform of the throne, eager to explain his intent, but he saw the Mage in the throne reaching out her palm.

“Hold on, don’t be in a rush.

Come closer, to my side,” Lora smiled, stopping him mid-sentence, and then she bent her fingers slightly, beckoning him forward with her small hand.

“?” Leon was puzzled, but he ascended the steps to the throne obediently and quickly approached the white-haired girl.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, baffled.

“Bow your head closer, and close your eyes,” Lora gently instructed.

Not understanding what the Mage meant, but seeing her face’s friendly expression, Leon still bent forward trustingly, bowing his head and closing his eyes.

“Like this?” he asked curiously, blind, wondering if Lora was going to bestow some kind of magic BUFF on him.

As he lost sight, Leon’s overactive imagination couldn’t help but wander.

This felt…

Quite similar to that time he first kissed Olivia?

Could it be that Lora was about to reward him with a kiss?

Impossible, right?

Why would she take a fancy to him?

There had been no sign at all, had his romantic luck suddenly exploded?

But how could this be?

He was already with Olivia, how could he be unfaithful to his lover!…

Leon’s inner monologue was righteous and emotional as he awaited the Mage’s action, unsure of its purpose.

…Meanwhile, Lora narrowed her eyes, her small hand gripping the Magic Wand tightly, raising its solid head high.

She cradled the wand, estimating the best angle for a strike.

In the consciousness of the Ancient Pope, a series of extremely complex formulas and mechanical effects flashed through.

But after a while,

The Mage Miss sighed silently and eventually lowered her aggressive stance.

She couldn’t be too childish; after all, the man hadn’t intended to offend.

He was unaware of her presence…

Moreover, he was a man in the prime of youth.

Initially, he had restrained himself for her sake, and now it was natural for him to be affectionate with the lover he adored.

Surprisingly, it was she who was at fault for inadvertently spying.

Of course, even though that was the case,

She was still quite angry!

For so many years, she had only deeply examined subjects on Life Science manuscripts and biological materials; now, for the first time, she experienced such vivid…

even first-person perspectives.

The power of her memory swiftly outlined the shapes and postures; the more she tried not to think about it, the more it involuntarily occupied her thoughts.

The white-haired girl’s cheeks warmed slightly as she internally lamented, covering her eyes.

If her physical body still existed, she would at least be able to seal that memory.

But now, comprised of magic as a Spiritual Body, even if she erased it, the next reconstitution would bring the memory back, likely intensifying the impression…

I’m sorry…

Teacher, Lola is no longer pure.

Her heart filled with silent anguish, the Mage Miss lowered her hand from her eyes, her gaze flickering, feeling for the first time in a millennium an emotion named “grievance” emerging within her.