Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 449 - 449 210 Holy Sun Church

449: Chapter 210 Holy Sun Church 449: Chapter 210 Holy Sun Church Downstairs to a dining room in the Tower Castle, a beautiful woman with an awkward smile on her face brought breakfast.

Leon cast a simple spell to check for poison, then took a few bites…

It was really nothing commendable, like someone who had never cooked before, fumbling around clumsily.

Luckily, having eaten worse raw food while fleeing, he didn’t fuss over the taste of this breakfast, after all, it was at least cooked.

Glancing at the woman’s hurriedly departing back, Leon remembered she was one of the four people rescued yesterday.

Judging from her attire, she seemed to be a rich woman, not a castle maid, but Yevan’s family apparently didn’t welcome her and was now ordering her around like a servant.

Leon, uninterested in meddling in other people’s domestic gossip, filled his stomach quickly with the barely passable sausages and fried bread.

He found out Yevan’s whereabouts from the guards and went to the Lord Hall with Olivia.

The metallic scent of blood lingered inside and outside the hall.

Sunlight streamed in through the windows, illuminating the room.

The collapsed candlesticks and armor racks had been sorted and placed properly.

The bodies had long been moved by the soldiers, but bloodstains still remained on the floor, not yet cleaned.

The Lord’s Throne at the very end still lay vacant, and Leon saw Yevan sitting on a chair below the steps, surrounded by people dressed as town officials.

They seemed to be reporting on the town’s situation, but the rapid Urian language made it difficult for Leon to grasp the content clearly.

Seeing the young knight struggling, he didn’t rush to interrupt, turning instead to see another familiar figure present.

It was the man who claimed to be the leader of the refugees on the city walls yesterday.

The equipment on him was now brand new, with complete leg and arm armor, holding a helmet, accompanied by several equally well-armored men.

Ron also noticed the two newcomers and immediately led his men forward, kneeling on one knee, and greeted them with his head bowed, “Good day, honorable Lord Knight, beautiful and valiant Lady Knight.

We didn’t get a chance to thank you both for saving us yesterday, but we’re just destitute refugees with no means to repay you for now.”

“No need for formalities, stand up.

I have some information I need to check with you.

Consider that as enough repayment,” Leon gestured for them to rise.

He noticed there was also a young boy with a short knife accompanying Ron, who was secretly glancing at him, seeming startled and puzzled when their eyes met, his breathing rapidly accelerating and appearing quite nervous and anxious.

?…

Am I that frightening?

Leon wondered.

“Please feel free to ask.

We will certainly speak without reserve,” Ron assured respectfully.

Leon withdrew his gaze, focused back on the refugee leader, continuing to gather intelligence: “Do you know where the corpse ghosts that attacked the town came from?”

The refugee men looked at each other, some scratching their heads, others shaking theirs.

From last year till now, experiencing harsh taxes, war, looting, famine…

had already been the most terrifying nightmare the refugees could imagine.

Who could know where the nightmare resembling the apocalypse yesterday came from?

Only Ron, hesitating for a moment, eventually spoke, “Before the calamity hit yesterday, we heard some rumors about a disaster descending from the east.

Many refugees seeking to enlist at the border for survival vanished without a trace…

I always thought the rumors were due to the Urians and mercenaries’ pillaging.

Now, I’m not sure if those ghostly fiends are related.”

“A disaster from the east?

Where exactly?

Could it be in the direction of Rolannar?” Leon asked with a solemn expression.

Hearing Leon mention that Seryan Holy City, Ron’s face involuntarily twitched, as if recalling the hellish scenes to his mind.

Remembering what he discovered while cleaning up the bodies yesterday, he voiced his suspicion: “I’m not sure if the rumor pertains to Rolannar, but I indeed found some soldiers who belonged to the King during yesterday’s cleanup.

Judging from the emblems on their armor and robes, they seemed to be part of the troops that attacked Rolannar when they were alive…

So, do you mean…

this is the Seryan people’s plea to their Sun God, a divine punishment for Kantadar who broke the Holy Land?”

Listening to Ron’s mystical conjecture, Leon furrowed his brows slightly, suddenly realizing the mentioned escapee self-claim from yesterday.

His left hand gripping the sword handle tightened.

As if rage from the original owner of this memory surged into Leon’s heart.

Olivia turned her head slightly, her golden eyes veiled, looking at her lover.

She couldn’t understand the Urian dialogue but sensed the subtle change in Leon’s mood.

“You’re not a noble but can recognize the soldiers’ emblems?

…

Did you join the army that attacked Rolannar?” Leon asked calmly.

Even though Ron didn’t want to recall that experience, he didn’t hide it: “Yes, I was an officer under a local knight.

My master died under the city walls when the King summoned us to attack Rolannar.

Later, I was reassigned to the siege troops until after the city fell…

I fled back home from the Kingdom’s army.”

“Why did you desert?” Leon asked, “Were you afraid of the battle?”

Ron didn’t refute but also didn’t mention that it was because he killed the Military Governor who forced him into bestial acts that he had to desert, condemned to death.

“I was terrified, not by the mountains of corpses and seas of blood during the attack, but the madness after the city fell…

Everyone went insane.

The miserable scene, even Vinoles’ hell was no worse…

Unable to stop it, I fled in terror.”

Images of countless children similar in age to his own flashed in his mind, in their final, pitiful states and the curses the Seryans uttered in the name of their god.

Ron’s face was grim and regretful: “But returning home soon marked the beginning of my nightmare; the Urians and mercenaries suddenly betrayed, looting everywhere in this land.

My master’s territory didn’t receive the King’s army’s protection and was completely massacred.

My wife and children…

I almost became a slave.

Perhaps it’s the retribution for desecrating the Seryan’s sun god.”

Ron patted the young boy assistant’s shoulder, giving a bitter smile: “If it weren’t for this child who saved the half-dead me with a gold coin, I would have long passed on with my family.”

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone saw the boy, who had been silent all this time, suddenly muster courage, rush to Ron, and fall to his knees.

“I beg you!

Lord Knight, spare Uncle Ron, please do not kill him!

Uncle is not a bad person, please let him go…” Brandon’s voice carried panic and sobs, his head bowing deeply and knocking against the floor with a thud.

Everyone present was instantly stunned by the boy’s abrupt action.

Leon frowned…

when guessing Ron’s identity just now, he did harbor a slight killing intent, but after learning about the other’s experiences, that thought dissipated.

But had he been so obvious with his expression?

“Little Gold Coin?

What are you doing?” Ron exclaimed.

The refugee men instinctively reached for their weapon hilts, wary, but seeing the Griffin Knight and petite Valkyrie who showcased their might yesterday, they quickly withdrew their hands, as if awaking from a dream.

This commotion caught the attention of Yevan and the town officials on the other side of the hall, and they looked over from afar.

Leon bent down and forcibly lifted the kneeling, pleading boy.

“Why do you think I would harm Ron?” he asked, curious about the boy’s sudden reaction.

“I…

I…” Brandon tried to tug away but couldn’t break free from the other’s hand, so he lifted his fearful eyes.

“I had a nightmare, dreamed of you…

no, not you, but someone dressed like you, drawing a sword and killing Uncle Ron…” Brandon’s voice trembled.

He glanced cautiously at the knight, thinking that although last night he was just frightened by the nightmare, hearing the increasingly similar conversation to the dream between the two, he could no longer hold back, fearing that hesitation would fulfill the nightmare.

However…

the difference was, in the dream, the one who drew the sword and chopped Uncle Ron’s head was someone with a more ordinary appearance, brown hair, with features seemingly only thirty percent similar to this black-haired Lord Knight.

Listening to Brandon’s inexplicable words, Ron felt a sudden unease in his heart.