Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 421 - 421 198 Demon_3

421: Chapter 198 Demon_3 421: Chapter 198 Demon_3 Tapping the scepter in his hand, he could not help but lean back on the throne behind him.

“…Your Majesty, Kantadar has submitted to you.”

Upon hearing this, Leon lowered his gaze towards the splendidly dressed throng of courtiers below the throne’s steps.

“…The Urians’ alliance…

They only ask you to preserve their last pasture…”

“…Disobey, and be killed…” Beholding the burly Lokhak, Leon blurted out.

The moment he opened his mouth, he felt his mind become even more befuddled.

He wanted to rub his neck but only touched the collar of his robe and the chains along with the heavy King’s Medal hanging…

…Today is…

“Your Majesty, Seryan has presented you with three thousand pure maidens…”

The voice of the Palace Minister seemed as if muffled by a curtain.

“Your Majesty, the envoy from Dinexion has come to surrender…”

Leon paid no further attention, his gaze lifted once again, following the magnificent columns up to the towering vault of the Royal Palace.

“…Your Majesty.”

The exquisitely detailed reliefs and murals, vividly illustrating the Kingdom’s epics and myths, enveloped above him.

Covering his eyes, Leon as if wished to fall asleep right there.

“Your Majesty….!!”

The murmur of the ministers around him grew more distant, his body felt increasingly hot as if enveloped by a warm, moist touch.

“Your Majesty.”

It seemed as if someone was whispering slowly in his ear.

“…Leon?”

This voice…

He couldn’t help but let go of his hand from his eyes because of the familiarity.

What appeared in his vision was the palace’s mist-enshrouded hot spring bath behind the drapes of sheer curtains…

The comfortable water bathed his lax body, as the chirpy laughter of orioles filled his ears.

Leon couldn’t help but contentedly look up.

The gentle Elena sat in the water, the mist seemingly unable to conceal her beautiful form…

…Elena…?

His muddled gaze slipped, landing among the group of concubines…

Martha lazily leaned on the edge of the pool, jesting and chatting with Vanessa…

Sally, Raya, Lina…

They frolic in the waters…

Vanessa…

Treya…

Milena…

…And…

who is that…?

…Magrina…

Is she here too?

Why is she here?

Yes, also a concubine…

“…Your Majesty~”

Hearing the call, his shoulders suddenly felt being massaged by a pair of skillful hands…

Leon struggled to turn his head.

Only then did he realize, he was leaning in the embrace of Lady Adelina…

…Lady?

Whose…

lady?

…Mine?

His body?s sensation surged like fire raging within his chest…

His thinking ability seemed jammed, growing sluggish…

Joy…

Satisfaction…

Excitement…

Elation…

Idleness…

Filling every corner of his brain.

All around his ears were laughter and panting, along with the rustling whispers…

“…Leon~”

Taking deep breaths of the warm mist, Leon turned his head, responding to the call.

The delicate Ines nestled in his left arm, appearing so frail…

…Queen.

“…Leon~”

The familiar coquettish voice came from his right.

Leon turned his head and saw Olivia clinging closely to his right side.

A sense of reassurance flooded in…

Yes…

My Queen…

My Beloved…

…Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a white figure.

Leon looked over.

That celestial, pure girl, was quietly sitting on the shallow platform beneath the pool, her snow-white hair floating on the clear water surface…

Lola?

…She…

Is she also my queen?

…Right…

Why is she still wearing a robe?

…All soaked in the pool…

A surge of annoyance suddenly rose in Leon’s heart.

Take it off!

He wanted to call out to her, to remove that obstructive white robe…

Out of the corner of his eye, another figure suddenly appeared.

A slender blonde youth, slowly walking towards him…

…Acro?

Watching the youth holding a crown, crossing through the water…

coming closer.

A mysterious smile emerged on Leon’s face…

“Are you satisfied?…

My master, my liege…”

The youth placed the golden crown on the head of the man in front of him: “…King of Kings, who reigns over the land…”

The blonde, golden-eyed youth slowly stepped back, his gentle smiling face, chanting in a melodious voice…

“Ruler of the skies and the ocean…

You are the supreme sovereign of all creatures…”

Leon leaned back more lazily.

He couldn’t help but reflect.

“Acro…

After all these years…

you are still so youthful and handsome.”

The youth ceased singing, chuckling lightly as he stepped closer…

“Did master forget…

I preserved youth for you…

Do you find it beautiful?”

Leon suddenly nodded: “…No wonder.”

He raised his left hand, gently caressing the handsome face of the youth, his smile deepening.

Five fingers.

Tightly gripping the astonished face of the youth.

“You measure everyone by your own yardstick.

Kovis would never call me master, and his honest soul is a thousand times more beautiful than this deceitful shell…”

——Pfft.

A razor-sharp Steel Blade pierced the youth’s fair chest.

Blood spraying, instantly dyeing the pool water into an indelible bright red.

In the reflection, Leon’s eyes were indifferent.

The boiling Magic Power caused thunder to burst forth around the Magic Gun.

Crackling thunderbolts exploded…

Screams and sobs intensified…

gradually transforming into distorted shrieks.

The surroundings grew more blurred…

Beneath the dark, chaotic celestial canvas…

Griffins flew low.

Leon shook the Magic Gun in his hand, dangling the slender body high up like a rag doll.

That fake blonde hair faded in color.

And the originally fair and rosy skin turned to a sickly pale and cold.

Leon tilted his head, examining the figure he picked with the Garner spear, gripping the blood-stained spear, staring with purple demonic eyes.

Despite the shockingly beautiful, bewitching appearance compared to their previous encounter.

As the pursuer who once nearly claimed his and Kovis’s lives, Leon still recognized some facial features.

It was the Mage Athias named “Emmon,” at least the original owner of this body should be him.

Now, he looked as if he had reversed from an adult back to his youth.

And applied countless layers of beautifying and skin-smoothing filters unintentionally.

Just now, what did this ghost thing think his relationship with Acro was?

Could it be that Emmon had sold out to Pirieno for too long before his death.

So long that the habit of “measuring” deeply engraved into his soul?

The enchanting Emmon tightly grasped the Magic Gun piercing through him, his pale body convulsing with the intense light of thunderbolts emitted from the Garner spear.

Just as Leon was about to activate the Molten Flame Sword to slay him, he saw those eyes full of purple gleam looking towards him, the sockets revealing a sinister void.

“…Hee hee~….

…..~Traitor~…..

~Found you~…..”

The overlapping reverberations.

As if numerous men and women were simultaneously sneering and screaming…