Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 295 - 295 147 Flip the Table_2

295: Chapter 147 Flip the Table_2 295: Chapter 147 Flip the Table_2 Met gripped his Magic Wand without waiting for a response and immediately pointed the spear blade, aglow with Magic Power, toward Canis.

(Lorelette Language)

“…In the name of Yin Nie, the King of Death, I command thee to return!

Sleep, you who should not have awoken, the departed shadow!”

The Magician uttered the lengthy spell so swiftly that the sections were nearly indistinguishable.

The counter-undead Magic Technique unleashed a torrent of Magic Power in shades of grey, white, and black, streaking directly towards Canis.

The Wolf Family Young Master swirled his cloak and leapt back to avoid, but was still surrounded by the luminescent magic specks.

Seeing the Magician casting without permission, Trosa furiously reprimanded, “Presumptuous!

Cease at once!”

All the Lords in the tent instantly stood, their Knights of Valor behind them drawing swords, ready to seize the audacious Magician at the general’s command.

Baron Grey Wolf also positioned his knights in front of his eldest son.

Watching the stir within the tent, Hilgard clenched his Long Hammer Mace, his brow furrowed.

The others present, unfamiliar with magic and not understanding the Lorelette Language, were unaware that Hilgard, a skilled Magician himself, knew this was no illusion-dispelling Magic Technique.

It was a technique specifically designed to counter the undead!

This meant that Met himself believed it was Canis’s Wandering Soul?

Wasn’t this almost an admission of the accusations against him?

The noble’s Magician advisor, upon discerning the truth, hesitated, unsure whether to stop the dispute, and whom to assist.

The black, white, and grey patches of Magic Power tangled around Canis before anyone could react.

Leon drew his long sword, his expression tinged with concern as he glanced at Canis, guarded by the Wolf Family knights.

It wasn’t that he feared for the life of the Wolf Family Young Master.

Nor was he concerned about the disruption of the Card Spirit formed by the Nedy Card.

According to Lola, even this degraded black version of the Nedy Card she had created could only be disrupted by a Mage of her calibre, who might attempt to destabilize the Card Spirit after substantial research.

Leon was worried that Met, using an aggressive Magic Technique, might forcefully defeat Canis, reverting to the form of the Nedy Card if he died as mortals do.

Fortunately, he saw a faint glow illuminate the Wolf Pattern Plate Armor Canis wore, bringing him some relief.

This Armor had resistive properties against Attack Magic, which he had experienced firsthand.

Now, reshaped through the rites of the Nedy Card into part of the Spiritual Body, it had even reverted to its pre-damage state.

“Gentlemen, please observe this Canis…” Met’s voice broke off halfway.

The pale magic light surrounding Canis dissipated, the soul-dispelling technique showing no effect.

But witnessing the Demon Rune light up on the Young Master’s armor, and suspecting it to be the cause, Met, in his urgency, turned to argue once more with the assembly, “Wait, gentlemen, this armor has a magic-breaking effect, it’s obstructing my spell.

If we just remove…”

“Enough!

Wizard, this is the Gunnar Family’s heirloom Armor!

And since it now adorns my son, how could it be mere illusion?”

Baron Gunnar stepped before his son, patting Canis’s cheek to confirm its solidity.

Canis returned his father’s bitter smile, unable to disclose his true ordeal to his parent.

Baron Grey Wolf leaned in and whispered so faintly only his son could hear, “Son, how old were you the last time you wet your bed?”

Hearing his father bring up such an embarrassing childhood incident, Canis’s expression turned complex, but knowing the gravity of the situation, the Wolf Family Young Master shifted his mouth awkwardly and responded, “Eleven…”

Well then, this certainly was his own eldest son.

What nonsense this witchcraft was.

No longer doubting, and growing increasingly impatient with Met’s wild claims, Baron Grey Wolf turned angrily to Count Trosa, “General!

If you do not give the order now, then, please forgive the Gunnar Family for taking matters into our own hands and apprehending this crazy man attempting to harm my son!”

The Wolf Family knights, standing before their Lord and Young Master, pointed their swords directly at Met.

Even the Earl of Buck lost his last thread of patience.

“Met, I assure you that we will not harm you until the truth is verified.

Lay down your Magic Wand and surrender, I’m only warning you one last time.

And Hilgard, old friend, it pains me, but you too must temporarily submit for questioning,” declared Trosa as he rose.

Hearing the Sealing Lord state his intentions, the Deer Family’s knights quickly surrounded the two Magicians.

Met, met by the stern gazes of knights, begrudgingly closed his eyes.

Hilgard, considering himself innocent, offered no resistance, casually handing over his Long Hammer Mace to the knight before him.

Not wanting to intensify the nobles’ bias against the Society of Magicians, regardless of why Met had acted so rashly, he felt compelled to quickly dissociate the Society from the incident.

“Master…

please don’t force me to disrespect you.” The lead Lu Family knight grabbed Met’s Magic Wand, and seeing him hold on, he spoke persuasively.

After all these years, to become involved in such a trivial matter…

Met sneered in self-mockery, then opened his cold eyes.

Suddenly perceiving the gathering of Magic Power beside him, Hilgard’s eyes widened, “Met, you…!!”

“Get away, you crowned fools,” Met bellowed at the knights before him.

Boom—!

A violent explosion and flash radiated from the center of Met, like a brilliant sunburst erupting from the tip of his spear staff.

The people in the tent instinctively shielded their eyes from the dazzling light, but the blast of air that followed also sent all the knights flying across the tent.