Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 365 - 365 176 Magic Wand_3

365: Chapter 176 Magic Wand_3 365: Chapter 176 Magic Wand_3 Miss Lola quietly listened to the other’s self-narrative, her thoughtful gaze drifting unfocused across the room’s paintings.

“…So, on the star body you hail from, have you ever heard the names ‘Illaril’ or ‘Mosela’?”

Leon was puzzled by Lola’s question and could only shake his head, “There are indeed religions and mythologies in my homeland similar to the Holy Sun Sect, but they are definitely different from the beliefs on the Western Continent.

I also have not heard of the names Illaril and Mosela being revered anywhere in the world…

but I cannot guarantee it; after all, in my previous life, I was just a small city-dweller, not a scholar versed in numerous texts.”

“…” Lola didn’t seem hung up on this.

She shifted her gaze away from the portrait on the wall and smiled gently at Leon, bringing the topic to a close.

“You must have other business in coming here, right?

Planning to fleece me for something else?”

Seeing that Lola did not pursue the matter further, Leon remembered the weapons issue that had been troubling him for some time.

“Lola, do you make weapons?

I have been in some battles recently, but my proficiency with magic is insufficient, and I end up accidentally damaging my weapons.

Moreover, under the training method you provided, my strength keeps increasing, and ordinary blades seem particularly unreliable.”

“Do you want me to craft you some enchanted weapons?”

Lola remembered the envy Leon felt when he looked at the long knife held by the Ranger Knight.

“Yes, even if it’s not an enchanted weapon, something as durable as the Thorny Flower Family’s ‘Dwarf Steel’ sword would be good enough,” Leon said earnestly, nodding vigorously.

Lola waved her hand, “Dwarf Steel is sturdy but has average adaptability to magic power.

There’s no stock of it here in Aphrodite, and the long sword passed down by Galron to his descendants should be the reward he received after completing the Flame Sun Guard trial when he was young.”

She looked at him with a smile, “Besides, do you really take me for a blacksmith?”

Leon scratched his neck, slightly embarrassed, “Sorry, I’ve asked for too much; it was just a casual inquiry.”

Miss Mage rose from beside her bed, hands on her hips, and sighed softly.

“It’s not out of the question.

After all, you’re my…

student now.

I really have no choice with you.”

Leon’s face lit up with joy, “Ha, I knew it would be Teacher Lola who cares about her disciple.”

Lola found his admiration somewhat gratifying as she tilted her petite chin up, but then she admonished, “But you should be more conscious as a Lorelette Mage.

More than swords, what you need now is a Magic Wand suitable for yourself.”

“Magic Wand…”

Leon recalled the five Magic Wands he had seen so far and the famous preface to the section about Magic Wands in the Magic Guidebook—

…The Magic Wand is an indispensable tool for a qualified Spellcaster, being able to store Magic Techniques and Magic Power, assist in casting, and, when necessary, also serve as a convenient melee weapon to smash the enemy’s skull…

By that account, the Northern Wizard had inherited the Ancient Lorelette Mage’s view of the Magic Wand as a weapon, while the Atiyas people’s Wands were more inclined towards casting assistance.

“It’s a shame that the one in my hand is just a physical manifestation of the Netti Card, not useable by others.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t mind letting you use it,” Lola said as she conjured her Golden Wand, shaking her head at Leon, “The materials are limited, and you’ll need the Netti Card in the future, right?

If we can’t touch those high-grade materials, then we’ll have to craft it mainly from common substances.”

“That’s okay, as long as it’s fit for battle.

I’d prefer it to be made of steel,” Leon said, his expectations modest.

“Don’t worry, I will certainly consider its sturdiness.

Do you have any aesthetic preferences?

Since you’re a warrior, I assume you’d want it to function as a weapon.

However, given the limited quality of materials, while ensuring practicality for storage capacity, I advise against compressing it to the length of a sword or blade.”

“You can customize that?…

Let me think, if it’s going to be a pole…

then let’s make it a Long Spear.

It’ll also be easier for me to handle in mounted combat.”

A Long Spear as well…

Lola tightly gripped her Golden Wand…

yet, shaping the Magic Wand into a spear or polearm wasn’t uncommon in the past.

“No big deal.

Since I’m the one crafting it, of course, I won’t do a half-hearted job.

Give me some time…

even with Mortal Iron, I’ll craft you a Wand that won’t disgrace the name of Illaril.”

Seeing Lola guarantee it with her name, Leon’s face beamed with anticipation, “Then I’m counting on you!”

Yet, amidst his excitement, his shoulders sagged as he felt deeply ashamed again, “Ah, Lola, you’ve been so good to me, and I don’t know how to repay you.

Is there only the matter of returning to Rolannar that you need help with?

Do you have any other unfulfilled wishes?

I owe you more than just two lives by now, and the debts of gratitude I’ve accrued along the way may not be repaid in a lifetime, even if I had to climb mountains of swords or plunge into seas of flames.”

“…Wishes?”

Lola’s eyes flickered momentarily.

She looked at Leon before her and walked over.

“You, being my disciple, just live well.

Living well for yourself in this life would count as fulfilling one of the few wishes I harbor,” the young girl said, her pale hand rising to tousle his fluffy black hair with an affectionate and slightly longing smile.

“Oh…” To be a grown man, having his head patted by a petite young lady as if she were an elder, was somewhat awkward, yet Leon didn’t try to dodge it.

In his past life, he had been a man in his twenties.

He wasn’t sure of Miss Lola’s age, but with the likes of Met being one hundred and eighty years old, Miss Pope was probably…

Besides, Lola was his mentor.

What’s a little head patting between generations?

…

With Leon’s departure, the Mage Tower once again became quiet…

Miss Mage, standing by the window, waved her robe at Leon who waved back from below the tower.

This time, the faint smile on Lola’s face was more radiant than ever before.

Watching him pass through the Magic Veil and the figure fading into the distance, Miss Mage’s gaze lingered long after.

“…Indeed, with your temperament, how could you possibly leave any descendants behind…”