Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 285 - 285 143 Aphrodite's Miracle_2

285: Chapter 143 Aphrodite’s Miracle_2 285: Chapter 143 Aphrodite’s Miracle_2 Just like the back of Galron’s Flame Sun Guard card, it wasn’t adorned with the Farolis Family’s Thorny Flower emblem, but with a white flame sun wheel instead.

Leon was used to the “face” and “back” designs of the Crystal Card, its transformation wasn’t due to any peculiar ritual by Lady Aphrodite.

According to Miss Lora, such creations, whether intended to summon and contain souls or magic, must pinpoint traces of their existence in the world, hence the depiction of “containers” that left a deep impression.

The pattern on the back, in Magic Science, is when the Netti Card locks the container, symbolizing and sourcing its various connections with the world.

Thinking along those lines, the image on Canis’s card surface must represent the most glorious moment of his brief life.

Having secured the Magic Card, Leon left the house and strolled along the village path, planning to find Olivia for a sword training session to stir his body.

Indeed, it was a real sword training session.

Greeting the patrolling soldiers and passing by the west gate of Longka, Leon saw Lokhak consulting with Mr.

Brian Sr.

on the Arrow Tower about something, pointing at the ongoing construction of Longka City Defense below.

“…Uncle Bryan, see these points, if we cross-arrange four bed crossbows…

What?

Why is that not suitable?

I see the same setup on Rolannar City’s walls…”

His loud voice carried an unmistakable excitement which Leon deeply understood.

Longka was Lokhak’s feudal territory, and this once small village was soon to be upgraded into the semblance of a castle.

Coming from a military family, how could Lokhak not be thrilled?

The boy might not care about the financial value of the changes to his land, probably just felt that owning a fortress was especially imposing and prestigious.

Hmm, Leon shared similar sentiments; in his previous life as one of the masses, buying a modest house made him feel boastful, probably a deep-rooted territorial instinct innate in males.

He wondered when he too could build a fortress in Selva.

Without any practical needs like those in Longka, he was indeed reluctant to spend money frivolously; his current plan, after dealing with Longka’s affairs, was to construct a large house in Selva to accommodate all his close ones, which was already an extravagant thought.

Returning to the manor, not spotting Olivia, he only saw Azeryan about to leave with some documents in hand and greeted his friend.

Azeryan responded, but then stopped at the door, halting his intended visit to the warehouse.

“Leon, do you have a moment?

Can we talk?”

Leon turned and nodded, pulling out a chair to sit down, “Sure, what’s up?”

Azeryan glanced at the guards outside the door, instructed them to watch the entrance, then, akin to a noble’s son, firmly closed the house’s door and even shut every window in the hall.

“What’s up?

So secretive?” Leon asked.

Having sealed the hall, Azeryan, with a grave expression, pulled up a chair and sat in front of Leon.

“That night…

Did Canis really die from an assassination?” the noble’s son asked, controlling his excitement as best as he could.

Within Longka, aside from Leon, Olivia, Zabron, the six close guards, and those three soldiers now living and dining with the guards, Azeryan, right in front of him, was the only other one aware of Canis’s murder.

Even Lokhak didn’t know.

Almost the instance his friend spoke.

Leon grasped the true implication behind that question.

For, a few days earlier, upon successfully summoning Canis—a comparatively ordinary mortal soul—he had pondered the same.

Therefore, now in his heart, he referred to Lady Aphrodite’s magic as a “Miracle.”

Nodding slightly, Leon affirmed his friend’s speculation, “I know what you mean, it’s just like that.

I resurrected Canis in another form, so rest assured, I’ll try my best to help you…

and also for Lokhak’s family.

But don’t tell him yet; I worry about giving him too much hope and fantasy, in case it doesn’t work out and hits him even harder.”

Listening to Leon’s commitment, Azeryan’s lips quivered slightly, his handsome brows and eyes reddened.

The noble youth gripped his friend’s arms tightly, his mouth agape momentarily in excitement, yet at a loss for words to express his gratitude.

At this moment, anything said seemed too pale.

Leon, watching his good brother’s demeanor no longer calm and gentle, remembered that the stable noble’s son, slightly younger than his current body, would not reach the age of seventeen until later that year, and was still a sixteen-year-old boy now.

“Ah…

I didn’t bring it up because I feared you all would place too much hope in this power.

Bringing back the dead with this magic isn’t so simple…”

Leon explained, “Firstly, it’s best if we could find your relatives’ bodies, but after so much time, the chances are slim.

If we really can’t find the bodies, we’ll have to try using their belongings that best represent their existence.”

Azeryan took a deep breath, firmly remembered his friend’s words, and nodded vigorously.

“Secondly, performing that kind of magic requires many special materials.

I have a list; let’s review it later and see where we can gather or purchase those items.”