Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 339 - 339 166 Meeting Thanks for the Monthly Ticket

339: Chapter 166: Meeting (Thanks for the Monthly Ticket) 339: Chapter 166: Meeting (Thanks for the Monthly Ticket) “Let’s go and take a look, the last time I saw a tamed Griffin was when I went to the fortress in the North,” Ines said excitedly as she urged her mount down the hillside.

Agatha snapped the reins and followed, noncommittally stating, “It could be just a rumor.

Some people could boast about fighting an Evil Dragon after just killing a wild boar, especially since I doubt the country farmers can even tell the difference between a Griffin and a Jun Ying.”

Agatha’s life as a traveling mercenary made it clear to her: although both creatures could fly and looked somewhat similar, their size and ferocity were worlds apart.

To a fully armed knight, the threat level of a Jun Ying was akin to a flying lion or tiger—just slightly more challenging to deal with.

But a Griffin…

that noble creature’s power was comparable to the various dragon beasts of the Graveyard.

She looked at the lord she served, puzzled.

“Your Highness, if you wanted to meet that knight, you could have just sent a messenger to summon him to the camp.

Why sneak here so quietly?

Lord Rahman is also visiting this area; why don’t we join him at the banquet?”

Agatha guessed that members of the Sea Eagle Knights must be frantic by now, realizing His Highness had ventured out alone.

“Sneak here?

Don’t put it so unpleasantly—at least call it an incognito call for the wise~”

Ines chuckled, shaking her fan leader slightly, “If we came here grandly or summoned the person directly, I would probably only see a facade perfected for the occasion.

How boring is that?

Remember, Agatha, the primary way to judge a person is not to look at him alone but to observe those around him first.”

Saying this, she looked up at the small but bustling and vibrant village ahead.

Whether the rumor about domesticating Griffins was true or false, at least in General Trosa’s letter, that knight’s record of defeating stronger opponents was likely accurate.

Since they were passing through, she was always eager to probe into such talents.

If there was a chance in the future, why not covertly recruit from the Thorny Flower Family and add another excellent member to her own Knight Order?

…

“Relax…like this, move your entire ‘body’, not just your feet.

Feel the structure of bones and muscles beneath your skin…”

In the backyard, Olivia demonstrated the forward, backward, and turning steps to Treya, who had just completed her physical training.

Her movement seemed as smooth as if she were dancing on a sleek floor, despite actually navigating rugged terrain.

Treya’s forehead sweated; despite the golden-haired girl making it appear effortless, whenever she tried to imitate it felt like her entire clumsy and sluggish body refused to cooperate, as if none of her joints would obey.

For a month now, she felt like she had turned into a baby, relearning how to walk and run under Olivia’s guidance.

“Mmm, not bad, just like that, take it slow, don’t rush, you’re improving quickly.

Is it because you’ve learned to dance?” Olivia stood with hands on her hips, nodding to encourage Treya.

But this wasn’t just consolation; it was true.

Regardless of swordsmanship, just in terms of footwork, Treya’s progress was indeed much faster than Zabron and the others.

It seemed Leon was right: people with a dance background could grasp the Cat Spinning Step much quicker.

After repeating numerous sets in a prolonged session, when Treya was drenched in sweat and her breathing became erratic, Olivia handed her a steel sword.

“You can’t rest yet.

This level of fatigue is just right, allowing you to sense the different force in handling your weapon.

But remember, at this stage, don’t practice this alone; it’s easy to develop bad habits.

Today is only because I’m here to correct your mistakes that you can use this shortcut to speed up your progress.” The young girl advised.

Hearing Olivia’s reminder, Treya nodded silently.

Honestly, to continue intense physical exertion and focus on refining her posture without pause would require tremendous willpower to resist fatigue and the internal tedium.

Taking the long sword, the Knight’s daughter assumed proper stance, then began to repeat the fundamental techniques of the basic swordsmanship she had been taught.

Chop, slash, cut, stab…

The sword moved with her body, her sword fell with her steps…

Occasionally, Olivia would speak up to correct and adjust Treya’s posture.

Treya inwardly cherished and absorbed every piece of guidance, grateful for their one-on-one sessions.

Most others likely didn’t get this “privileged treatment,” apart from Mr.

Leon.

After all, Azeryan and Lord Lokhak were often busy managing their lands, while Zabron, Hawk, and other warriors had their regular military training and tasks.

Only she, a seemingly needless maid, could afford to devote ample time to receive hands-on instruction from Miss Olivia.

For this reason, Treya felt an increasing urgency inside, although her face remained expressionless.

Understanding that mastering martial arts wasn’t an overnight achievement, she felt her current uselessness burn her from inside like a flame.

Seeing Treya slowly getting into the rhythm without current need for corrections, Olivia lifted her sword and began practicing swordsmanship like the wind beside her.