Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 347 - 347 169 Going to Archers Castle

347: Chapter 169 Going to Archers Castle 347: Chapter 169 Going to Archers Castle Sir Redo approached the luxurious noble carriage, painted black and adorned with gold ornaments, and asked through the window, “Lady Adelina, the troops have assembled.

Should we depart now?”

Lady Adelina diverted her gaze, looking back at the couples at the end of the procession who were bidding each other a reluctant farewell.

She unveiled an aunt-like smile, feeling sentimental about the young people’s love, and shook her head at Redo.

“You, where has your sense of romance from your youth gone?

There’s no hurry for this short while.

Let’s just wait a moment.”

“Yes,” Sir Redo replied, his face revealing a nostalgic, bitter smile.

No matter how romantic he had been in his youth, it hadn’t won him the heart of his beloved.

But now, he had his own beloved wife and children…

Time, always the subtle brew that allows one to relinquish one’s obsessions.

Pulling on the reins, Redo reined in his horse and gestured with his hand for the soldiers to wait a moment for Selva’s knights.

At the end of the procession of carriages, Leon comforted an unwilling Olivia in a soft voice, “At most a month, or even just half if it goes well, and I’ll be back.

Archers Castle isn’t far; a fast horse can make the journey in just two or three days.”

“Okay…

But Glade County is still the front line of the kingdom’s campaign to the south.

If there’s any trouble, you must send someone back to inform me.

I don’t want to be absent every time you face danger,” Olivia agreed obediently, but her eyes couldn’t hide the disappointment.

She didn’t even know when she had become so clingy.

Perhaps it was because she had grown accustomed to Leon’s prolonged daily company.

Now that they were about to part, even if it was for no more than a month, her heart felt heavy.

Leon embraced her, then looked down at the white dress and blue skirt Olivia had dressed him in, and a sense of bliss surged once again.

This outfit was one the young girl usually kept carefully in her wardrobe, fearing to get it dirty or worn, never daring to wear it out.

He hadn’t expected that for just a short business trip, she’d finally be willing to dress up specially.

Olivia bit her lower lip, suddenly reaching up to wrap her hands around Leon’s neck, and tiptoed to whisper in her lover’s ear.

“I…

I promise you, I won’t wear pants over my socks anymore, you must…

come back early~…”

Her cheeks flushed red, her voice barely audible.

Having mustered the courage to say this sweet nothing she’d learned from her sister Elena, and seeing Leon’s excited reaction, Olivia hurriedly broke free from his embrace, her heart fluttering.

Leon gaped, his heart racing.

If it weren’t for being in public, he would have loved to slip his hand under her skirt to verify her words directly.

“Alright!

I’ll come back as soon as I can…!”

Leon took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions, swallowing the rest of his thoughts…

When I return, I’ll properly take care of this little lioness who has learned to tease.

Irked that they had to set off and he couldn’t carry his lover back to the bedroom to punish her for this flirtation, Leon sighed, feeling an even stronger sense of reluctance than before.

Mounting his horse, Leon then noticed that nearby Azeryan, atop his mount, had a distracted look and a smile he could not suppress, as if savoring a fond memory.

Turning his gaze to Miss Raya, the little artist who had just bid farewell to Azeryan, she hurried away, her footsteps almost fleeing, clutching her skirt.

Leon watched her retreat, then looked back at his good brother with raised eyebrows in surprise.

This guy had actually won Raya over?

He nodded in satisfaction…

Ah, his boldness in courtship was just slightly inferior to his own, truly worthy of being his brother.

Leon turned his head back to Olivia one last time and waved his hand, “Go back.”

After saying their goodbyes, he gently spurred his black steed onto the road.

Alongside him, Azeryan, Lokhak, Kovis, and the other attendants, as well as six guards on warhorses, a total of eleven riders, followed Leon closely.

Ahead of them, the red-robed soldiers of Farolis cleared the way.

Following behind were Redo’s Duwana Long Spear Soldiers and the baggage train.

Leon’s men, along with Redo, Sambu, and Targas, three Thorny Flower Knights commanding about ten attendants and nearly thirty cavalry, escorted the luxurious carriage in which the Baroness traveled.

This lengthy convoy, escorting Lady Adelina to Archers, set off immediately after Leon joined.

“Look at you, just a while ago you told me not to speak rashly, worried Miss Raya would be troubled.

But now that she’s so enthusiastic about you, I don’t see any trouble at all,” Leon teased Azeryan as he approached his mount, giving his brother a playful punch on the shoulder.

“What’s the status between you two already?”

The noble’s son couldn’t hide his joy and chuckled.

This time he didn’t deny it, as everyone had witnessed Raya’s kiss.

“We plan to…

hold the wedding on this year’s ‘Illaril Ascension Festival’,” Azeryan admitted openly, his eyes shimmering with happiness and anticipation.

They were already talking about marriage?

Leon was even more surprised.

His original self’s memory certainly recalled the Holy Sun Church’s “Holy Prophet Ascension Festival”…

Uh, which was the day according to church records when Miss Lola “ascended” to join the “True God,” Mosela Sol.

Leon hadn’t checked with Lola whether the church’s record was accurate.

In any case, converting the church calendar to the Orland Calendar, the Holy Prophet Ascension Festival was on the 15th of November of the Kingdom Calendar, less than half a year away.

By the standards of his previous life, his brother’s pace from courtship to marriage would be considered a whirlwind romance.

But for this world, it probably wasn’t strange; lately, there had been plenty of couples on the estate who got married within days or weeks of meeting.