Knights and Magic Wand
Chapter 501 - 501 236 Raising Fame_2

501: Chapter 236 Raising Fame_2 501: Chapter 236 Raising Fame_2 Azeryan let out a sigh, sat down, and continued, “After you were ambushed, our Sky Knights couldn’t hold back the enemy’s Lion Scorpions like before.

Shortly after Lord Kellan brought you back, the southern army must have discovered the construction of Barricade Lake.

Once they realized what we were building, they couldn’t sit still and launched a full-scale attack.”

Leon studied his comrade’s expression, vaguely guessing the outcome.

“The lake wasn’t finished, but judging by your look, we won anyway?”

“Yes, the southern army gathered their forces and charged straight toward Barricade Lake.

They split into two groups: one attacked from the downstream tributary, while the other advanced through the River Valley north of the western tributary’s forest on the southern bank.”

King Lydwen led a portion of the King’s Domain Army to block the River Valley, while we, under General Trolsa’s command, faced the enemy south of Green Creek in the open fields.”

Azeryan immediately began recounting the events of the Battle of Ustato.

“…Although Barricade Lake wasn’t fully constructed and hardly stored enough water, General Trolsa opened the floodgate anyway—not to flood the River Valley on the west bank, but to inundate the fields south of Green Creek.”

Coupled with rainy weather over those days, the bows and horses of the Urians were ruined.

Nearly our entire army dismounted and fought on foot to engage the enemy in a fierce encounter…

But to our surprise, the Urians retreated swiftly.

Halfway through the battle, all that was left were the persistent forces of the Kantadar.”

Once the River Valley saw its outcome, King Lydwen’s Flying Dragons arrived, and we chased the southern army relentlessly.

Unfortunately, as the rain poured heavier, we couldn’t catch up to their retreating forces…”

Listening to the account of the Battle of Ustato, which he had missed, Leon felt some relief.

Victory had come swifter than expected.

His water-based strategy hadn’t had time to take effect, yet it still forced the southern army into a frantic offensive.

The unpredictable twists of the battlefield always caught him off-guard.

The result was even better—releasing only a shallow flood from the unfilled Barricade Lake had merely submerged the fields south of Green Creek Village.

The damage to Ustato territory was minimal, making the task of rebuilding the embankment and restoring the tributary’s waterways much easier.

With his worries eased, he turned his attention to the army’s losses.

“Were Avalon’s warriors heavily injured?”

“Many were wounded, but none died.

We previously fought a tough battle, especially with your grave injuries for the army’s sake.

General Trolsa didn’t put Thorny Flower’s troops on the front line again.”

At this point, Azeryan’s voice suddenly paused.

He hesitated to mention Leon’s current condition—the loss of his left arm—for fear of upsetting him.

“—Leon!!”

Lokhak’s booming voice entered the room before he did.

The servants and physicians carrying food stepped aside reverently to make way for the infamous and formidable “Red Knight.”

The door swung open, and the tall, burly figure burst in.

Spotting Leon sitting up, his face broke into a jubilant grin.

“Haha~!

By the Holy Prophet above, I knew you’d pull through!

The Holy Sun wouldn’t summon you to the heavens so soon.” Lokhak strode to the bedside and grasped Leon’s right hand firmly, trembling with exuberance.

Leon smiled at his overjoyed friend and waggled his arm playfully.

“You’re getting stronger, boy.”

“I’ve been injured and comatose more than a few times; my luck runs deep.

Haven’t you grown used to it?

Why so sentimental?”

Azeryan frowned and jabbed the big oaf with his elbow.

“He’s starving—stop blocking the bed!”

“Oh, oh!

Apologies, apologies.” Lokhak hastily released his grip, scratching his head sheepishly before settling at the foot of the bed.

The servants entered, setting the sumptuous meal on the table.

Meanwhile, the royal court physician in robes began examining Leon’s injuries.

Once reaffirmed by the military physicians, Leon gazed at the fragrant fish soup, meat porridge, and eggs before him, unable to resist any longer.

“You two, help me up to eat—I feel like I could devour a whole cow…” Leon tried to lift himself, finding his hair had grown wildly long.

Still, thanks to his past experiences with Magic Power training, he wasn’t too shocked by it.

Azeryan supported him.

Lokhak glanced at Leon’s empty left shoulder and tentatively offered, “If it’s inconvenient, how about we feed you?”

Azeryan clicked his tongue, visibly annoyed, and gave the lunk another kick.

Lokhak winced in embarrassment.

Leon rolled his eyes with mild disdain.

“Forget it—you’re not Olivia.

With those heavy hands, I’d probably end up wearing the soup and porridge instead.”

With help from his two companions, he got out of bed, sat at the table, and started eating.

He flashed a reassuring smile at his overly worried friends.

“I’m not upset—you two really needn’t look so crestfallen.”

Leon glanced at the tightly shut door and lowered his voice, speaking to the pair.

“Losing an arm is a minor issue.

My teacher Lola could reattach it easily—don’t bother fretting.”

Hearing this, Lokhak and Azeryan exchanged glances filled with hope and delight.

“By the way, what about my arm?

Was it recovered?”

“Yes, your left arm is being preserved by Master Hilgard,” Azeryan replied.

The name didn’t surprise Leon.

At the start of the Southern Expedition, the Magic Consultant who had been confined due to the Met incident had already been released.

In major external wars, military forces naturally relied on Magicians’ power.

In turn, this was an opportunity for those involved to clear their names and political charges through their contributions.

“Where are we stationed now?

Can the army disband and go home?” Leon asked as he ate.

Azeryan poured him a cup of milk.

“We’re currently camped in a small town on the north shore of the Ustato River.

Unfortunately, you woke too late and missed the King’s victory banquet.”

Lokhak leaned in excitedly.

“Leon, you’re famous now.

Baron Kellan said you gravely injured one of Kantadar’s ‘Great Knights,’ and now nearly every Orland Knight in the Southern Expedition is talking about the name ‘Snake Slayer’.”

“Yesterday, King Lydwen even sent a member of the ‘Dusk Blood Guard’ to visit you.

They asked many questions, including whether you were married or betrothed… You’ve achieved great merit—could it be the King plans to marry a Princess to you?”

“Impossible!

Don’t say nonsense.” Leon chuckled at his wild speculation.

“I wasn’t even awake yesterday.

No matter how great the accomplishment, I’m still just a bedridden patient whose life hangs by a thread.

That King likely just wanted early intel on my condition, so he could prepare suitable rewards once I recovered.

I’m Lord Eriv’s direct vassal; King Lydwen can’t simply knight or ennoble me.”

“Besides, even in the case of marriage alliances, they’d most likely pick someone from a family loyal to the Royal Family.

It wouldn’t involve a Princess.

Let me guess—did you answer properly?”

Azeryan patted Leon’s shoulder reassuringly.

“Don’t worry, it was clarified early on that you’re betrothed.

I wouldn’t want to face Olivia’s wrath when we return.”