Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 340 - 340 166 Meeting Thanks for the Monthly Ticket_2

340: Chapter 166: Meeting (Thanks for the Monthly Ticket)_2 340: Chapter 166: Meeting (Thanks for the Monthly Ticket)_2 Again, some time passed, and Olivia raised her sword and stopped, looking sideways at Treya, who was soaked in sweat and visibly trembling in her arms.

She quickly called out, “That’s enough for now, take a rest, and you can practice as usual with Hawk and the others this evening.

I think tomorrow I can start teaching you the ‘Gun Slash Style.'”

Treya’s heart relaxed, the sword that she usually lifted so easily now felt as heavy as a thousand pounds after the continuous long training.

Setting down her practice weapon, she walked to the side and sat down with a sore body, picking up a towel to wipe off her sweat.

After relieving her thirst with a water bottle, Treya looked towards the courtyard, her eyes filled with admiration and respect for the golden-haired girl, whose beautiful sword movement was as agile as a flying swallow and as fierce as a raptor.

She heard Hawk say that since the girl in front of her was eleven, even her father, Lord Bryan, could not teach her anything except for a few suggestions about pole weapons.

Miss Olivia’s martial arts…

were comprehended entirely by her own passion, as if bestowed by heaven.

The more Treya practiced martial arts, the more she felt how extraordinary this girl, two years her junior, truly was.

She suddenly couldn’t help asking the girl practicing with the sword, “Miss Olivia, what is the ‘Gun Slash Style’?”

Stopping the whirl of her sword with a flick, Olivia sheathed her sword, turned her head with a smile, and said, “That’s a name Leon came up with, he always names things poetically.

Actually, it’s a defensive slash you’ve practiced before, followed by a thrust to counterattack and chase the enemy, and ends with a slight dragging cut from different angles, which can then be transitioned into other offensive moves…”

Remembering the manuscript of the sword manual her lover had compiled with dazzle names for moves, Olivia felt amused.

But she also admitted that she had no talent for naming.

For a poetic name like ‘Flying Swallow Returning to the Nest,’ she would probably call it “Slash left, then cut right.”

And the move where, in desperation, one jumps over an enemy’s head with a reversing heavy strike, she’d have only called “Jump up and smash someone’s head,” but Leon gave it a nice name, “Griffin Slash.”

Just as Olivia was about to demonstrate “Gun Slash Style” for Treya, she suddenly stopped her movements and looked toward the main gate of the backyard.

She could hear the outside guard’s conversation…

“My dear lady, if you wish to visit the Lord, please go through the front door of the mansion, the housekeeper will receive you, furthermore, the Lord is not at home today, so you probably will not be able to meet him,” suggested the guard with some embarrassment.

Looking at the beautifully smiling, beautiful girl in front of him, the two guards from Selva did not dare to slight or inconvenience her, and spoke with utmost respect, without shouting or driving her away.

It’s not that they were particularly civilized or courteous, but recently, many nobles from Selva had been continuously visiting, and the pretty girl leading a tall horse clearly didn’t look like a commoner; who knew which lord’s daughter she might be.

Besides, there was a woman as tall as a man with a Sword by her side, her face scarred and stern, clearly someone not to be provoked.

The village people told me that the griffins are kept in the Lord’s backyard, so I came here specifically to see them…

But if the Lord is not here, then the griffin won’t be either, right?” Ines said with a blink of disappointment, glancing past the guard at the wall behind him.

She had seen Count Nos’s griffin at the Magician’s fortress in the North, although not as enormous as the Brother’s Flying Dragon, it was still impressive in size, and unless it lay down completely, such a large beast would not be hidden by a wall of this height.

The young guard was flustered by the noble beauty of the golden-haired girl, and shamefully shifted his gaze away.

“You’re unfortunate to have come at the wrong time, the big fellow only flies to Selva about every four days or so, and the griffin was just here yesterday,” the guard explained in an innately pleasing tone, a fact that everyone in Kosos County knew, as there were quite a few nobles recently coming to see the beast, after all, such a giant monster flying to Selva every day, nobody is blind or deaf.

Meanwhile, the guard stole a glance at her, feeling how terrifyingly beautiful the girl was.

Especially that golden hair, as dazzling as Olivia’s.

However, unlike the fellow village girls he had known since childhood, she seemed much more delicate and charming compared to the fierce Golden Lion in the backyard…

Having been roughed up since he was a child, this Selva youth automatically blurred the image of Olivia being on par_in terms of beauty with the girl before him.

After all, he had never heard the Golden Lion speak in such a gentle and sweet voice, a voice that could melt bones…

Suddenly, the gate to the courtyard behind the guard opened.

Two guards abruptly stood straight, raising their heads to stop talking.

“Uncle Rhome, Brother Landen?

Are there guests visiting?” Olivia walked out from behind the door and asked the guards outside.

As she spoke, her green eyes shifted to the guests in front of the backyard gate.

At first glance, the girl instinctively looked at the tall female warrior whom she felt posed a significant threat.

But noticing that the scar-faced lady was alert but bore no ill will, Olivia then turned to size up the younger girl, who wore a long robe and cloak.

Her eyes slid across the girl’s face, and Olivia’s gaze lingered slightly on the blonde hair so similar to her own.

Though there were others of her age with similar hair color in and around Kosos County, the girl before her…

somehow gave Olivia a strangely familiar feeling.

Seeing the golden-haired girl with a sword at her waist step out into the courtyard made Ines’s eyebrows slightly raise.

“Good day, I am…

the niece of Count Trosa; you can call me ‘Lanice.’ Excuse the intrusion,” Ines said with a warm smile, fabricating an identity, as Count Trosa definitely wouldn’t mind her borrowing his name for a bit.

Olivia came back to her senses from that bizarre familiarity, “Ah, hello, it’s an honor to meet you, Miss Lanice.

My name is Olivia.”

Although she was used to interacting with her family and Leon without any pretense of status, the girl had not forgotten to maintain the proper decorum with outsiders.

She touched the hilt of her sword and slightly bowed, her knees bending slightly, noting that she wore trousers for sword practice and not a skirt to lift.

“Are you looking for Leon?” Olivia asked, lifting her head, “He is at a banquet welcoming Lord Rahman, and not at home.

The banquet must have just started, and with your distinguished status, you should be invited.

Shall I send someone to escort you there?”

Ines shook her head, her pretty face showing helplessness, “No need, Miss Olivia.

I just heard rumors and specifically came to see the Griffin, but it seems I have come too late.”

See the Griffin?

Olivia wasn’t surprised.

For the past half month, many local nobles and knights had come upon hearing this news, eager to catch a glimpse of the legendary beast.

Leon would often joke with her at night that they might as well charge an admission fee.

Remembering Leon’s odd idea, Olivia said with a smile, “You are indeed a bit unfortunate, but if you stay a few more days, you might still see it.”

Ines tapped her forehead with her fan, looking troubled, “Too bad, I can only stay in your land for two days before I must lead the army south to the frontline.”

Olivia was somewhat surprised, “Miss Lanice…

A girl like you is also needed to lead an army into battle?”

“Hmm?

Is that strange?

But aren’t you, a girl like you, also fencing and brandishing swords?” Ines glanced at the long sword at Olivia’s waist and blinked with a smile.

“Right…

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean any disrespect, just a bit of admiration and surprise.”

Olivia quickly waved her hand, apologizing in haste.

As a woman who had herself experienced combat and battlefields, she would certainly not underestimate another because of gender.

However, Olivia could definitely tell that this “Miss Lanice” really had no martial skills.

The other’s figure was light and frail; entering a battlefield with such a weak body would be extremely dangerous.

Lanice saw the puzzlement in her eyes, opened her fan, and covered her mouth with a light laugh, “I’m not meant to charge into battle alongside the warriors.

Sometimes, staying in the tent and using one’s brains might be more useful than swords and spears~”