Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 342 - 342 167 Impression_2

342: Chapter 167: Impression_2 342: Chapter 167: Impression_2 Agatha by her side felt slightly ashamed; she was moved by how much Her Highness trusted her.

If it were in the past, she indeed had the confidence to ensure Her Highness’s complete safety under the protection of a Great Knight…

But she had just unexpectedly encountered an unheard-of formidable Swordsman in the countryside, and at this moment, she felt somewhat unable to guarantee complete safety.

Of course, she would not speak out to undermine Her Highness’s stance; after all, it was an accident.

To casually wander near the camp in the countryside and stumble upon an obscurely strong young female Swordsman, was indeed too “fortunate.”

“It may be true that no one dares to hurt you, but some dare to hurt me.

That bastard Orad is relentlessly seeking trouble with me; if he can’t find you, then I become his punching bag,” complained Ackman as he nudged his steed, catching up to the Princess’s mount, a mixture of outrage and grievance squeezing through his plump face.

“Do you think I’m out here for a walk to hide from something?” Ines glanced at the natural-born scapegoat.

“Orad is the son of a Duke, and so are you.

Why are you afraid of him?”

“What you’re saying, I’m a cultured man, while that barbarian from the East Territory, all his muscles have grown into his brain.

He’s always looking for excuses to spar and beat me up.

I’m just a punching bag for him; how could I not be afraid?” Ackman smiled bitterly with embarrassment.

He pulled a handkerchief from beneath his battle robe at his waist and wiped his forehead.

Just wearing his Heavy Armor for a while, he was already drenched in sweat.

With such stamina, it would be masochistic for him to “compete” with the son of Duke Loman.

Ines looked at his cowardly demeanor and sighed inwardly.

She could never have imagined that a recent chat in the Capital with her Brother would bring about such “trouble.”

She still remembered the elated feelings she could hardly define when the eldest son of Duke Loman arrived in West Bay County with his grand entourage to visit her.

Although she understood her Brother’s good intentions,

the thought of the Eastern Border Duke’s eldest son’s fervent gaze…

Ines could not help but feel the urge to join her father and give her Brother a good thrashing with a stick.

What a perfect example of bringing up the very thing that shouldn’t be mentioned.

Without thinking, she knew that Duke Loman must have taken advantage of her Brother’s presumptuous invitation…

Whenever she thought of this, Ines regretted not being her father’s eldest son.

If her Brother, in her place, became an innocently naive Princess, perhaps that would suit him better.

Looking at Ackman next to her, the girl’s heart grew even colder.

Before she had any dealings with the West, she held a slight sliver of minimal hope for this little fatso.

Unfortunately, after a few years, she could understand the feelings of his father, Duke Vister, and completely gave up any illusion about this good-for-nothing chubby boy.

It’s hard to say whether one day the Duke might indeed make the firm decision to pass on the rights to inherit the territory to another younger son.

By then, the little fatso would probably be more than happy to give up the Duke’s seat, gleefully going off to become a carefree Earl, leading a ridiculous life without shame with those little servants around him.

But at that point, her father would definitely try to forcefully pair her with this little fatso, using Ackman’s inheritance rights to create a big story.

Inwardly facepalming, Ines didn’t know how many times she had felt a headache about the future.

Her own fate, the fate of the Kingdom, she had to take both into account; the power she had built up in those few short years was far from enough.

She was still a delicate piece, not yet sitting at her father’s table.

The Sea Eagle Knights, established for only a short time, were still immature.

Countless young Knights in the West who lacked opportunities were eager to make a name for themselves.

Enough land, population, wealth, and army…

All these were things staying in West Bay County could not give them…

This military campaign to the South was truly a godsend.

The Farolis Family had already occupied the counties east of the forest.

The Gunnar Family and the lords of various Gray Robe Valleys following General Trolsa were right next to Glade County, sharing the lands to the west.

Ines’s mind flashed through the contents of General Trolsa’s letter, the territory his army was currently advancing through, analyzing the direction worth dipping into with her own troops.

Her mind flashed with the coastline of the Western Continent, a vague idea growing clearer…

Until she entered the camp at Marching Town and saw the warm and attentive handsome face of the son of the Eastern Border Duke, Ines slightly furrowed her brow, almost imperceptibly, as she snapped out of her thoughts and put on a customary faint smile.

…

As evening arrived, Leon and Lokhak, reeking of alcohol, supported the stumbling Azeryan back to the manor.

Olivia, who came out to meet them, was taken aback by the smell and couldn’t help but stop and pinch her nose, asking with a muffled voice, “What kind of drink did you have?

Why does it smell so strong?”

Leon called for Little Lina to heat up some water, handed Azeryan over to the servants to help him to his room, and said to the girl with a wry smile, “It was brought by Count Rahman with the army, some strong liquor from Northnia, Azeryan was knocked out after just two glasses, and it was a struggle for me and Lokhak too.”

As he spoke, Leon felt somewhat emotional; he had thought he was accustomed to drinking his entire life, but now it seemed he just got used to low-alcohol wheat juice and fruit wine.

Though his constitution now wouldn’t make him blackout, he still found it hard to tolerate the strong smell of alcohol.

It was just that with the Count’s insistent hospitality, refusing to drink was not an option.

To think there was a drinking culture even in this Otherworld—truly a headache.

Luckily, aside from this strong liquor he disliked, the banquet itself was enjoyable, and he unexpectedly received a promised token of thanks.

Lady Adelina’s father was a bold and straightforward old noble, a bit rough around the edges but without pretense, easy to get along with after the initial warmth of eating meat and swigging drinks together.

The main figures of the banquet were the Count and his daughter.

Aside from recounting the near miss assassination of the lady, Leon spent most of the event just eating and drinking.

Of course, this retelling naturally skipped many details that weren’t necessary to share, some matters were better buried within him and Knight Marcello’s stomach.

After they settled the groggy Azeryan, Leon then found out from Olivia and Miss Elena that they had other noble visitors that day.

After washing up and using Magic Wind to dispel the offensive alcohol smell from his body, Leon crawled into bed and asked Olivia, “General Trosa’s niece?

Did she come directly here?

Why wasn’t there any advance notice?”

According to the customs of noble interaction, an unannounced visit—especially from an unmarried young lady—was uncommon.

“Mm, I heard she’s leading troops south to support Count Trosa and passed through Selva.

She looks even younger than me, but she’s already leading an army, really impressive.” Olivia murmured.

Leon was noncommittal; if she was indeed younger than his partner, she must really have some ability, otherwise Count Trosa wouldn’t allow a little girl to be playacting with an army.

No absurd noble family would spoil their daughters in such a manner, least of all an experienced Kingdom general.

“If you’re talking about being impressive, aren’t you even stronger?” Leon joked.

“Me?

But I can only throw punches in a brawl, I don’t know how to lead troops,” Olivia shook her head.

“Nobody’s born knowing how to do it, learn from your father.

I wasn’t able to before, but now I’m somewhat confident in leading troops into battle.”

Leon finished speaking and rubbed his lover’s hair, teasingly saying, “With your smarts, becoming the ‘female Bade,’ who drowns army seven deeps and instills fear in Orland, is not far off~”

“You have the nerve to mention Bade Knight~!”

Who knew Olivia would turn around, sit on top of Leon indignantly, and pinch her lover’s cheeks, “Hurry up and rewrite that story, you promised.”

After the recent tale told by Prime Minister Wister of the fall at Wuzhang Plain, the young girl who suffered a spiritual blow couldn’t eat for days, sorrowful and listless even losing her spirit to fence.

She was completely uninterested in the subsequent story of Three Kingdoms, as if for her, the story had ended with the beloved heroes’ passing.

“Spare me, it’s not that easy, let me think about it some more…” Leon endured his girlfriend’s fingers aggressively kneading his face, his voice muffled and begging for mercy.

He was not Luo Guanzhong; he hadn’t written novels in his last life, rewriting Three Kingdoms was no easy feat.

After some playfulness, the drowsy Olivia yawned adorably, and while lying on Leon, she closed her eyes.

All the while, she looked forward to hearing the story of the heroes with changed fates and murmured dreamily:

“I am the unrivaled loyalist Bade Knight…

Then Lokhak is the dark-faced Strong…

Kovis is the white horse and silver spear Stelion~♪…

My father, he’s the robust Sir Shute…

Mmm…

Azeryan…

Azeryan…

perhaps the diligent and hard-working Prime Minister Wister?”

“And am I the generous and benevolent Vilte then?” Leon shamelessly interjected.

“Hmph, you’re the cunning and sly Mages~” Olivia’s eyelashes fluttered slightly, she muttered softly.