Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 322 - 322 157 Intersection of Lives_3

322: Chapter 157: Intersection of Lives_3 322: Chapter 157: Intersection of Lives_3 “Why can’t you just not make me angry?” Olivia helplessly glared at the troublemaker.

Leon chuckled inwardly, stood up to put away the documents, thinking…

There really was no guarantee for that—who would hold back when loved so fearlessly?

For now, he was still restraining himself, but after getting married, he was certain to come up with countless ways to tease her.

As they chatted and stored the documents properly, Leon sat at the desk, flipping through the manuscript that recorded Olivia’s martial arts during the last moments before their break, and discussed with the young lady the techniques they had practiced that day.

However, he suddenly recalled his visit to Olivia during the day, where he saw Miss Treya, who was practicing sword holding and basic swordsmanship movements alone alongside the others.

He couldn’t help but ask his lover, “Why has Treya suddenly decided to take up martial training out of the blue, abandoning her comfortable life?”

At hearing this, Olivia blinked at Leon, “Do you oppose me teaching her?

Her earnest demeanor touched me, and I could not bear to refuse.

But if you disagree, I can speak to her about it tomorrow.”

“No, I don’t object if you don’t mind the trouble.

Since she’s already employed by us, she isn’t an outsider.

If she wants to endure hardship, why would I stop her?

However, turning her into something presentable might take a long time.

Just compensating for the physical disadvantages against men could take much effort,” Leon recalled the young lady, wondering why she desired to wield weapons and guns.

From casual conversation, he learned that Treya wasn’t holding notions of just dabbling or learning for self-defense.

Instead, she truly wanted to learn, to don armor, step onto the battlefield, and clash with enemies.

“…Please give me a chance, allow Miss Olivia to teach me martial arts; for this, I am willing to dedicate everything to the Pendragon Family…”

Leon still vividly remembered her fervent request from earlier that day.

He had, in fact, once promised those six literate and talented individuals that once the territory had a requirement, he would assign them appropriate tasks and roles based on their skills.

This Miss Treya, having an “office” and not using it, why did she think of joining the men at the front lines to chop people down?

Regardless, she wasn’t like Olivia, naturally gifted with extraordinary strength.

Her relatively delicate physique undoubtedly meant she’d need far more perseverance and time than others to truly become proficient.

But on the other hand, starting from zero also served as a, validation of the martial arts of the Olivia School that he had devised…

a ready sample.

“Tomorrow, I’ll have Miss Elena arrange for her to no longer deal with domestic chores and miscellaneous matters.

Since she wants to train, let’s have her train seriously.

I’ll provide her with a training schedule to enhance her physical fitness; let’s see if the young lady can persevere.”

Leon said this while holding his lover’s beautiful hands, “You remember to clearly explain the cost to her.

Not everyone has your unique physique.

Don’t let her think you have some secret method to maintain your graceful form.

With long-term training, her skin won’t remain as it is now, smooth and soft due to her body’s regenerative ability.

Her palms will develop calluses, and her body will have to endure scars over time, progressively becoming rougher and tougher.”

“What beauty or not beauty…” Hearing Leon’s unintentional praise, Olivia blushed slightly, withdrew her hands, and pinched her lover’s cheek with some force, “I have already told her something similar.

But indeed, the young lady is mentally prepared.

Treya has seen her family’s training and is willing to accept such costs, saying it’s worth it if it will prevent her from being slaughtered by others…”

But as she spoke, Olivia sighed.

Not being slaughtered by others, that’s easier said than done.

Even herself, skilled in combat—if it hadn’t been for Leon and the others’ risky rescue back then, who knows what kind of disaster she would have faced.

Of course, she very much acknowledged the other’s determination not to be manipulated due to weakness; Olivia had endured that pain once and never wanted to experience it again.

“That’s true, I almost forgot that she’s also a knight’s daughter; naturally, she understands what kind of sacrifices training entails.” Leon nodded.

Miss Treya might be born beautiful and gentle, but she was definitely not one of those fragile flowers raised in a greenhouse, as he had seen in past lives.

Considering her situation seems even more unfortunate than that of Miss Elena, perhaps, in terms of spiritual trials, she had endured more than Leon himself.

Putting oneself in another’s shoes.

If he had undergone the humiliations and hardships that Kovis had faced over these years, under such mental torment…

Leon doubted he could be as open and composed about letting go of the past as the young people of today.

…

After organizing the manuscript filled with insights and records.

Leon, watching Olivia rise to leave, couldn’t help but sigh theatrically as he remained seated.

“….Ah~”

The young lady who had reached the door stopped in her tracks, amused, and looked back at her dramatically acting lover.

If it had been just a little while ago, she might not have been able to leave.

But Olivia hummed lightly in her mind.

She had grown quite a bit, no longer to be deceived by such pretentious actions.

Handling Longka’s pressure by honestly cooperating was one thing, but ending up bullied into embarrassment nightly was another.

Now she had to put this repeatedly presumptuous and unrepentant troublemaker into his place.

“Leon, see you tomorrow.” The young lady smiled and wished him a good night, feeling like she finally got even.

“Mmm…

alright…

good night.” After hesitating for a while, Leon weakly sat on the edge of the bed, not insisting on her staying.

Even though he knew that the thick-skinned, soft-hearted young lady could definitely be persuaded to stay, he wasn’t just some lascivious spirit; he still needed to provide his lover with appropriate personal space.