Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 457 - 457 214 The New Generation_2

457: Chapter 214: The New Generation_2 457: Chapter 214: The New Generation_2 Footsteps approached from outside, and the door opened.

Feigning sleep, Olivia opened her eyes and saw Leon and Uncle Ron entering.

“Are we leaving now?” The girl propped herself up with the help of her sword.

“It’s time to set off.” Leon came to the bedside and spoke to the youth rubbing his eyes as he sat up, “Brandon, would you like to come with us?

To study magic in the Orland Kingdom?”

“…Orland?

Magic?…

Me??”

The youth widened his eyes in bewilderment, confused.

Yet Uncle Ron had already learned of Brandon’s situation from Leon’s conversation.

“Go, Little Gold Coin, you’re lucky.

This Lord is a Baron from Orland.

With him to the Northern Kingdom, you’ll never have to starve again.”

As soon as Ron learned that this Orland noble, who could summon thunder and ride Griffins, wanted to take Brandon away, he didn’t hesitate for a moment and agreed ecstatically.

If it had been someone else, he would have feared being deceived, worried that the youth would end up tormented by some evil Wizard from the stories, captured for cruel experiments.

But this honorable Knight who saved them twice, Ron trusted completely.

Even if he was reluctant to let go of the youth he saw as his own son, it was better than having Brandon stay in the increasingly dangerous East Territory.

Better to settle in the North with the Griffin Knight.

Especially after the recent peril they’d faced.

“…Can Uncle Ron come too?” Brandon asked hesitantly.

“Silly boy, if I went with you, what about everyone else?” Ron said with a helpless smile.

He now had a heavy burden on his shoulders, not only Brandon’s but also the lives of hundreds of his comrades.

Moreover…

he now had a Knight he sincerely aspired to serve and did not wish to leave alone to face danger at this time.

“Then can I not go?” Brandon looked to Ron, whom he had relied upon like a father during this time, and said reluctantly, “I’m afraid that if I go, I might never see you again in this lifetime.”

The Northern Kingdom was of an unknown distance, but it seemed far away.

Having lost his parents, the youth truly did not want to leave Ron, who was like family to him.

Leon appreciated the affectionate and righteous youth and asked in a different way, “Don’t you want to learn magic and truly be able to help Uncle Ron one day?”

Hearing this, Ron hurriedly joined in, scolding the youth with a glare, “Mr.

Leon is right.

Such a great opportunity and you’re being sentimental, kid.

Following me around like a burden, what else can you do but drag me down?

Go learn magic from this Lord.

If you become a Wizard who can summon storms, won’t you be able to repay me?

Don’t waste Mr.

Leon’s time with your babbling!”

…Hearing this, Little Brandon resignedly closed his mouth, no longer being stubborn, though he still looked downcast.

Uncle Ron found a thick coat, wrapped the youth tightly without a word, half-forcibly pulled him out the door, and pushed him to stand beside Leon.

“Don’t look so sour.

We’re not parting in life or death.

I’ll write to you later.” Ron teased him with a smile.

Leon helped the youth up onto the Griffin’s front seat, then he and Olivia also climbed onto the saddle.

Since they weren’t prepared with windshields or goggles, fearing that the youth couldn’t withstand the cold wind in the sky, Leon had him sit facing backward, towards himself.

Leon secured the saddle straps and the youth’s coat firmly and reminded him to sit tight.

“May the gods bless you with a safe journey, Mr.

Leon, Miss Olivia…” Ron and the crowd of refugees all pressed their chests and bowed, watching the giant Griffin take off into the blue sky.

“Uncle!

When I learn magic, I’ll definitely come back for you!” Brandon couldn’t help but look back and shout to them.

…As the ride steadied with altitude, Brandon, gripping the Lord’s belt in front of him, felt terrified watching Shatai City shrink below.

This was his first time in his life looking down upon the world from such a terrifying height, an experience that was both awe-inspiring and overwhelming, which somewhat diminished his worries of parting.

As the distance grew longer and he could no longer see the town where Ron was, Brandon numbly accepted his situation.

Leon didn’t let Death Claw fly too high, as the youth’s frail body, even bundled in thick clothing, couldn’t endure the low temperatures of high altitude like Leon and Olivia could.

Riding the Griffin westward…

Before nightfall, they found a safe wild area on the ground to camp and make a fire.

While Death Claw went hunting nearby, the three of them took out food and had their meal on the spot.

Looking at Brandon, still somewhat reserved by the campfire, Leon started a conversation with the youth he had brought along for the journey, “You don’t have to be so tense around me.

Half a year ago, my situation wasn’t much different from yours.

And, despite how I look now, I’m probably only a few years older than you.”

…Not counting my past life.

Brandon, gnawing on his food, looked up in surprise at the Baron, struggling to believe his words.

The other’s handsome face was indeed very young, but the difference in their statures was too great.

“…I also…

I just turned seventeen this month.” Olivia told the youth, but alas, her command of the Urian language was not so fluent.

Leon laughed and spoke to the girl in Felu Language, “What you said doesn’t mean the same thing as me; you look like you could pass for fourteen.”

Olivia turned her head, arguing unhappily, “I’m not that young, am I?

There are several aunts in Selva who aren’t as tall as me.”

Leon simply shrugged, amused.

With the girl’s youthful appearance and petite figure, without showing the fierce demeanor she had in battle, it was hard to convince anyone of her being seventeen.

“What about you, how old are you this year?” Leon continued in Urian Language, asking the youth.