Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 278 - 278 140 The Real Culprit

278: Chapter 140: The Real Culprit 278: Chapter 140: The Real Culprit Standing on the third-floor balcony of the high tower, Lola raised her hand and gave a shake, a response to Leon below, who did not forget to wave goodbye as he departed.

Although she would soon quietly follow him, for now, she made it appear as though she was staying within the tower.

Watching him pass through the Magic Veil and descend from the high steps, Miss Mage lowered her arms and turned back inside to Aphrodite’s room.

She casually waved her Magic Wand.

After reaching the bedroom’s draped, large bed in just a few steps, she lightly jumped~

Her silver hair fluttered.

Her petite figure bounced slightly on the bed then sunk into the soft velvet bedding.

Burying her face in the pillow, she lay sprawling lazily as if reminiscing, as if feeling melancholic.

Turning over, Lola’s arm rested on her forehead while she gazed blankly at the splendid canopy above, her golden pupils unfocused as though looking towards a distant past.

With the influence of her magic power manifestation and her soul’s essence, this person’s changes were becoming more apparent.

The pitch black hair and eyes could still possibly be a coincidence.

But those quietly changing expressions and features…

Even the way she dealt with people bore a similar shadow.

Even the playful mischief towards girls, pretending to be innocent, held a semblance of charm.

Was this also a coincidence?

Turning sideways, the white-haired girl rested her arm underneath her head, her gaze moving to the portraits of Aphrodite that filled the bedroom.

Her eyes flickering, she watched the beautiful black-haired woman’s smile in various portraits, slowly closing her eyes with a trace of self-mockery.

Thinking too much?

Indeed, if Aphrodite had been so foolishly persistent, wasn’t she likewise?

She knew well how impossibly low such a probability was.

Yet even with the slightest connection, she was unwilling to give up exploring this insignificant possibility.

Could it really be that you were her descendant?

But…

If it really were so, when did you secretly bear a child with everyone else unaware in Rolannar?

In those days, who was that damned lucky bastard?

She could scarcely imagine someone specifically desiring a male, causing Lola to sigh.

If Aphrodite had known, she surely would have killed that man.

Of course, Lola also felt that perhaps no such doomed man existed.

Maybe they used Master Helmond’s techniques to clone a lineage.

If so, Lola hoped it was with her own consent.

Otherwise, those who dared such desecration…

even if she had to drag them from the depths of the Dead Sea, she would make them pay.

After a while, she slowly let go of the anger that had involuntarily flared up.

Miss Mage composed herself, flipped over again, reached for a pillow, and hugged it tightly.

Recalling the warmth from a thousand years ago, she curled up as if still cherishing a memory from the old days.

Silently conveying her longing, the forgotten pain seemed to constantly sting Lola’s heart.

“…Teacher Illaril…

Lola will continue to protect everything you loved.”

Her body transformed into particles of light, vanishing into nothingness.

The empty Netti Card floated down onto the bed.

…

On his way back from Avalon, Leon did not delay; he led the carriage to the woods nearby.

Finding a slightly spacious area, Leon dismounted, took out the engraving tools he had brought from the Mage Tower from his bag, spread out the magic manuscript, and began to create the Demon Rune for the ritual to summon Wandering Souls on the ground.

After completing the Array, Leon called the Guards, instructing them to lift Canis’s treated body from the wooden crate, then placed his armor and weapons, according to the symbolic orientations of their elemental attributes, at the respective nodes of the ritual.

With preparations ready, Leon warned Hawk and the others, “Remember, no matter what you see or learn afterward, keep it buried in your hearts.

It must not be disclosed.”

“Understood, Mr.

Leon, we will forever keep your secret,” Zabron bowed deeply.

After the battle of Longka, these battle-weary Guards had gained not only the reputation celebrated by their comrades but also rewards from the Lord far beyond their imaginations—wealth they could not have bought with their lives in the past.

And now, with the augmentation of that mysterious power, they no longer needed to pay the ultimate price in battle.

To serve such a generous and promising Lord was the luckiest opportunity Zabron felt he had in his lifetime.

Hearing the oath of the Guards, Leon nodded, instructed everyone to stay far around him, then crouched down, his fingers touching the activation point of the Demon Rune, slowly infusing magic power to link the whole Magic Technique.

A faint glow appeared.

Maintaining a general control over the energy flow, Leon stood up, both hands drawing magic trajectories then merging into a complete Dharma Seal, his fingers erecting a black Netti Card.

If not counting the simple tricks of using magic power to create elemental reactions, this was still the first time he was performing a full Magic Technique by himself without guidance.

With a feeling as if he had independently completed a homework assignment, Leon recited the spell.

Unlike the past’s mindless mimicry, he now roughly understood the meaning of the spell he was chanting.

He knew even more how the Ancient Magic Spell he used differed from the spells used by contemporary spellcasters like Kovis.

In the realm of magic, language and writing were not mere tools of communication but extensions of the soul and will in the physical world, the “limbs” of the concept of “intelligence” in reality.