Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 290 - 290 145 Rest under the Tree

290: Chapter 145 Rest under the Tree 290: Chapter 145 Rest under the Tree The setting sun cast a dim glow, and the sound of a military whistle rose from the construction site outside Longka.

Soldiers and craftsmen dispersed from their posts, each returning to camp to rest.

By the riverbank, Leon extinguished the flames on his broken sword and, dragging his slightly weary body, came to sit under a massive, sprawling tree for a short rest.

The magic he repeatedly tried not only consumed the magic element within his body but also burned away the spellcaster’s energy.

Although the physical exhaustion wasn’t significant, Leon felt more mentally tired than if he had been sparring with Olivia all day.

Leaning his back against the tree trunk, he wanted to follow Kovis’s lead, who was napping while hugging the Little Griffin, and simply fall into a deep sleep right there.

Not far off on an open space, Olivia finished the last set of Sword Skill routines and gradually stopped her movements.

The young girl looked up at the far-reddened sky, lost in thought.

Life had undergone too many changes; if it were still like the past, at this time, she would have been on her way home to prepare dinner.

But now, the fields, household chores…

many mundane aspects of her past life were becoming increasingly distant, while practicing martial arts and studying had gradually become her daily routine.

…Putting away her Blunt Sword, Olivia walked towards her lover.

Arriving under the tree, the young girl bent down to pick up the broken sword, which had been repeatedly heated and cooled and was now deformed and cracked, and sat down leaning against Leon’s body.

“What exactly is the purpose of this spell?

It just makes one’s own weapon red hot.

Wouldn’t that make it break if an enemy strikes it?” Olivia asked curiously, lifting the still-warm broken sword in her hand.

“No, ruining the weapon means I am still not skilled in my craft.

Once the true ‘Molten Flame Sword’ is formed, the high-temperature field shaped by the magic technique won’t disperse towards the inner side of the attached object.

The temperature of the Magic Flame will only transmit outward,” Leon answered Olivia’s question, taking the opportunity to wrap an arm around her shoulder, greedily enjoying their intimacy.

“What about you?

Can you feel the magic power?” Leon asked, looking down at the girl’s progress.

Asking this wasn’t to suggest that Olivia should learn magic.

According to Miss Lora, regardless of whether Olivia’s soul and spirit had a natural talent for magic, the genetic modifications inherited within her body made her inherently resistant to magic, making it difficult for her to personally shape Magic Techniques.

This also resulted in common spells being unable to dwell within Olivia or disguise her appearance.

To utilize the reactive manifestation of magic power to change her eye color, she could only rely on her strength to actively influence her eyes by driving the high concentration of magic element within her body.

Olivia set down the broken sword and sighed hopelessly, “That ‘force’ you and Kovis talk about, if it’s not an illusion, I’ve always been vaguely aware of it, but regarding that force, I can only influence it by moving my body…

I feel like a bucket, when I move, the ‘water’ inside sways back and forth with the motion, but I can’t scoop it up, nor control it.”

“Take it slow, if you really can’t learn, we might use a crude method in the future like wearing a mask or helmet…

Hmm, but that might actually draw more attention.

For now, it seems best to keep a low profile,” Leon pondered aloud.

Using a mask wasn’t a good solution.

Facing people of equal or lower status posed no issue, and he could get away with an excuse.

But if they happened to meet Great Nobles, the young girl couldn’t possibly keep her helmet and mask on without breaching etiquette.

Covering her face could attract curious glances and cause trouble.

Perhaps not wearing a mask wouldn’t arouse suspicion after all, since having golden hair and blue eyes, although rare in Orland, wasn’t exclusively the privilege of the Drakemar Family.

While considering how Olivia could hide her heritage, Leon couldn’t help but recall a previous question he had in mind.

After hesitating, Leon still asked the young girl, “If there was a chance to see your mother again, a chance to bring her back to life, would you want to try?”

He had learned from Mr.

Brian Sr.

that the young girl’s mother, a woman truly named “Reilia,” had passed away very early, at the mere age of twenty-six.

At that time, Olivia had only been four or five years old.

Leon didn’t know whether she harbored any regrets about her closest family member’s premature death.

Upon hearing this, Olivia gazed up at Leon with a stunned expression, “Do you mean, like Canis being resurrected?”

That day, the young girl had rushed to the prison with Leon after getting out of bed, so she was naturally aware of the Wolf Family Young Master’s death.

Having seen Canis resurrected today, she was no longer surprised to hear her lover mention a way to bring back the dead.

“It’s not guaranteed to succeed, but I can assure you, this magic won’t cause any harm to your mother’s soul, unlike the evil witchcraft described in tales.

You’ve seen that ancient Magic Guidebook, remember the Dragon of the Dead Sea it mentioned?

This magic is a Miracle recognized by the true god of death.

If successful, your mother could return fully from the Netherworld to the human world to meet you, and as long as I maintain sufficient magic power afterward, she could live with us just like a normal person,” Leon explained.

Olivia listened quietly, a hint of hope appearing in her eyes.

Although she had grown accustomed to the absence of her mother over the past decade, how could she not yearn for the warm embrace she dimly remembered?

Yet, the image of her mother’s beautiful face marred by unsheddable sorrow suddenly flashed through the young girl’s mind, causing her heart to ache.

Shaking her head, Olivia sat up straight and said to Leon, “Still…

let’s not.

I miss her dearly, but I’d rather not disturb my mother’s rest…”