Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 338 - 338 165 Noble Visitor Another Request for Monthly Pass_2

338: Chapter 165 Noble Visitor (Another Request for Monthly Pass)_2 338: Chapter 165 Noble Visitor (Another Request for Monthly Pass)_2 “I just hope that this destined couple can make it.”

Leon wished for Azeryan’s romance to proceed smoothly.

Thinking about how his good brother’s personal affairs were taking direction, he couldn’t help but feel happy for his friend.

In their trio, only Lokhak remained unsettled.

But for him, Leon wasn’t worried.

The lad had safely rescued his kin and was now free of his greatest concern.

Having surpassed his father’s status with noble identity and domain inheritance, seeing his earlier anxiousness for Leon and Olivia, he probably cared about establishing a family more than anyone.

No longer worrying about his friend, Leon took the letter and hurried to Lady Adelina’s residence…

Three days went by in a flash.

Suddenly, it was the day the Great Vestra Territory’s army was to arrive near Selva.

The mighty army snake from the North, an endless stream of soldiers.

Flags of Lords, each carrying different colors and emblems, slowly settled into the large transit camp named Marching Town.

From the day the troops encamped, the demand for fresh vegetables and fruits surged overnight, as a constant stream of food and supplies from all over Kosos was transported to Marching Town.

Even though only select units would make additional purchases of quality foodstuffs for their elite soldiers, the sheer size of the army let even the smallest trickle benefit the merchants in the east market of Selva, filling their pots.

The suddenly increased volume of trade made Leon’s heart bloom as he watched the tax revenue from the market.

No wonder he had seen so many merchants joining the army at the Mamor camp.

Such a massive, fixed clientele was not found easily.

Of course, that’s assuming you’re not on the opposing side of this army.

Now, the forces set to cross the forest and assemble within Kantadar for combat had grown significantly…

The earliest troop deployment by the Thorny Flower Family to Glade County consisted of 2000 men.

Internal family sources said that before arriving for the standoff, the Wolf Family had dispatched nearly 3000 men southward.

Recently, General Trosa had recruited others from the Gray Robe Valley and surrounding counties, along with the elites rerouted from Mamor, totaling over 5000 men.

Together with this batch of 10,000 men from Great Vestra Territory,

the forces of the Orland Kingdom now, or about to, move south had reached twenty thousand.

And behind them, there were at least eighteen thousand troops from the Klonia Kingdom being gathered by the king.

King Lydwen III, commanding the troops himself, would soon cross the mountain pass fortress beside Silver Mountain City and march south.

This nearly forty thousand-strong Orland army, along with countless supply carts moving south, brought a bustling movement of massive war supplies through Kosos County.

The day after the West Territory’s army settled in Marching Town, Leon received notice from a messenger, so he, along with Azeryan and Lokhak, dressed in formal attire early, arranged for soldiers and guards to hold aloft banners to form an honor guard, waiting on the newly constructed main road in the eastern district of Selva for Count Rahman’s procession.

Even Lady Adelina, leading the Thorny Flower Knights, came personally to the intersection to receive her father.

The typically graceful and dignified Lady Adelina seldom showed a flicker of nervousness, revealing a rare girlish timidity.

According to Knight Redo, Lady Adelina had not seen her father for several years.

After all, given the travel conditions of the era, without significant reasons, the round trip could take about a month—a challenging endeavor even for nobles.

A Lord with vast responsibilities wouldn’t easily leave his domain merely due to longing and embark on a journey to visit his daughter.

Leon and the other knights of the Thorny Flower family waited behind Lady Adelina.

Soon, an imposing elderly noble with salt-and-pepper hair, dressed in a neat doublet, approached, leading a group of about a dozen knights and attendants, followed by an equal number of Duwana War Dogs.

Leon gazed from a distance at the stately elder coming closer and glanced at the banner held by the attendants behind him.

The flag bore a complex design, the main motif being a rearing barking war dog backed by the silhouette of a sword-wielding warrior; through his studies, he knew this to be the emblem of the Rahman Family.

As the procession finally entered Selva, musicians temporarily draped in grey robes bearing the Sword Wing Badge immediately began playing welcoming fanfares.

On the roadside, tightly arranged rows of Selva warriors and Sir Redo’s Long Spearman formed a barrier to keep the onlookers at bay.

They saluted the visiting nobles’ procession with utmost grandeur, welcoming this most important “major shareholder” of the Thorny Flower Family.

It was said that if Lord Eriv had not married Adelina and received the strong support of his father-in-law, the Thorny Flower estates would hardly have been restored to their current scale.

The knights stepped forward and respectfully bowed to this great noble from the western Kingdom.

Count Rahman, frowning atop his horse, nodded.

His knights and attendants behind him returned the gesture and then dismounted one after another.

Adelina walked up to her father, grasped the arm of her kin, her eyes alight with excitement and longing, yet her voice carried a hint of reproach, “Father, you are of such an age, why must you still personally go to battle?

Couldn’t you have left it to my brothers?”

Gazing at his daughter’s earnest eyes, Count Rahman raised his eyebrows and glared, “…I came to see if anyone dared to bully you, my crazy girl.

I heard you encountered an assassin?

What mischief is Eriv up to?…

If he lets even a single hair on your head come to harm, I’ll skin him alive.”

Hearing Count Rahman’s crudely angry words, the knights of the Thorny Flower Family strategically looked away, pretending not to hear, and made no move to salvage their Sealing Lord’s dignity.

After all, even Lord Eriv himself, were he present, would probably only manage to bow apologetically to his father-in-law at this moment.

“Father~, don’t speak so, please show some respect for my husband, see I am unharmed,” Lady Adelina pleaded with a frown, obviously displeased as she defended her spouse.

“Hmph, of course it’s best that you’re alright.”

A look of indelible warmth flashed across Count Rahman’s eyes.

Seeing his daughter, who had become so mature and gentle compared to her previously boisterous demeanor, he lifted his hand to pinch her cheek, then fiercely turned to yell at Adelina’s Knight of Oath, “Redo!”

Sir Redo straightened reflexively and responded instantly, “Yes!

My lord!”

“I heard you let an assassin escape?

Later, you’re going to explain exactly what happened.

Who’s the damned cur that dared target my daughter?

I’ll have him chopped up and fed to the dogs!”

…Listening to the Old Earl’s brazen and vulgar fury, Leon wiped his brow with a silent apprehension.

Despite both being great nobles of the Kingdom, Count Rahman seemed worlds apart from Count Trosa.

One resembled a majestic stag royally seated on a throne, the other, a ferocious dog constantly ready to tear someone to shreds.

“Who is Leon Pendragon?”

Count Rahman looked toward the other side at the three young nobles; from what he had heard in letters, one of them was a young knight.

“…I am, my lord,” Leon responded, slightly nervously.

Narrowing his eyes, Count Rahman scrutinized him from head to toe.

His originally fierce expression suddenly eased into a smile.

He reached out to pat the young knight on the arm, “Good lad, you saved my daughter, the Rahman Family never leaves a debt unpaid.

I will not let you go unrewarded.”

“My lord, you flatter me; I have already received a generous reward from Lord Eriv,” Leon politely responded.

“What that bastard gave you has nothing to do with me.

Come on, don’t just stand there, lead the way and let’s get some food in us.”

Count Rahman waved dismissively, interrupting impatiently.

…

…In the east of Selva, Leon reluctantly led the way for the quite temperamental Count Rahman toward the banquet hall that had been prepared.

At the same time,

At the horn watchtower on the northern side of the village,

A golden-haired girl clad in pants tucked into riding boots and covered with a cloak, accompanied by a female guard captain, reined in her horse on a hillside.

Ines gripped the reins, looking up at the unrecorded emblem above her.

She tapped her delicate chin with the fan in her hand, her teal eyes curiously peering down at the small village below.

“Is this the domain of the legendary Griffin Knight according to local tales of Kosos?”